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favorite crime - na jaemin

favorite crime - na jaemin

this is the second installment for my SOUR series! you can read jeno’s one here!

a little bad boy!jaemin x troubled (?) but still a ‘goodie goodie’ reader // strangers to friends to partner in crime to strangers again :/

word count: 7.2k

summary: “It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do

'Cause I was goin' down, but I was doin' it with you”

who would have ever thought that, jaemin, the quiet boy you met in detention, would become your first love? getting involved with his shenanigans was probably the worst thing you could have done in your life. you were lucky enough to love someone like him, someone who excited you, scared you, and most of all, loved you back. but what happens when his actions suddenly have consequences?

a/n: this summary sucks but i liked writing this alot,, explains why it took me so long to write it oops.

tagging the bestie: @skrtbabe

Know that I loved you so bad

I let you treat me like that

I was your willing accomplice, honey

as you walked into the near-empty classroom, you made a beeline for the closest seat to the window. if you were going to be stuck in detention for two hours, you might as well have a nice view. you let out a short sigh to yourself, one hour and fifty eight minutes to go. the supervising teacher was lazily marking her class’ essays, completely choosing to ignore the entrance of na jaemin. he gave her a subtle scoff before stumbling past the desk, making his way to sit behind you. you heard him roughly place his bag onto the surface of his desk. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to look back and see what he was up to. jaemin was always a mystery to you, and to everyone else in the school. despite keeping himself away from the majority, people had quite a lot to say about the boy. you heard rumours that he got stabbed (which you didn’t believe at all) but your classmate, haechan, insists he had video evidence. if anything, you don’t think you had ever spoken to jaemin in your entire life, but that was all about to change.

thirty minutes into detention and you were beyond bored. everybody was either catching up on school work or trying their best to not be caught on their phones. you opted to staring out the window, eyes following the movements of a particular butterfly. eventually, the butterfly decided it was time to leave your line of sight, causing you to let out a short huff. you heard a soft chuckle, belonging to the previously silent boy behind you. you slowly turned to face him, his eyes immediately latching to meet yours. he had his chin perched on top of his right palm, a cunning grin on his face. you gave him a glare,

“what are you laughing at?” you faintly whisper to him. this caught him off guard, he didn’t expect you to sound so stern.

“an explosion is about to happen” you grew to be more confused, what is he talking about?

“wha-“

“i’ll be right back! s-stay where you are!” your teacher suddenly blurts out, rushing out of her room as fast as she could. the rest of the students all looked over at eachother, some even opting to leave detention entirely.

you turned back to the snickering boy, who clearly had something to do with it.

“what the hell did you do?”

“put laxatives in her coffee” your jaw dropped, how the hell did he manage to do that?

“w-what’s wrong with you?”

“what’s wrong with you? learn to live a little” he suddenly stood up, slinging his bag across his body. his eyes still stayed on you, silently asking for you to follow him. this was one hell of a first impression. you weren’t sure what took over you in that moment, but you found yourself trailing behind na jaemin like a lost puppy as he led you both out of the school gates. he didn’t speak much to you, aimlessly walking to wherever the hell he needed to be.

“so what did you get into detention for?” he suddenly asked you, causing you to stiffen. you weren’t a stranger to getting into trouble, your short temper often being the root of your issues. but you weren’t exactly the most comfortable talking to new people.

“ah you’re a bit shy? i’ll start then, i stole lee haechan’s clothes after gym practice” he smirked to himself, feeling some sense of pride.

“that was you? he was running around school butt naked because of you” you couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory of seeing two full ass cheeks after your history class.

“that’s what he gets for claiming that he has proof i got stabbed? which is ridiculous by the way” jaemin shakes his head before coming to a complete stop. you slightly bump into his right shoulder, quickly stabilising yourself before looking at the quiet cafe infront of you.

“hungry?” you nodded in response, following him into the cafe. he seemed to have known some of the workers, earning you a free croissant and hot chocolate.

“so, i told you why i got into detention, now it’s your turn” he chimed, clearly entertained by having you as company.

“i punched kim yuna in the face” you slightly cringed at your own words. you weren’t the one to be physical in your confrontations, but this girl really struck a nerve.

“sheesh, i saw her earlier, you gave her nose a good bruising, i must say” he couldn’t help but find the entire thing entertaining. this was so odd to you, every person that had witnessed it, thought you went crazy. but here jaemin was, laughing at the situation.

“you think this is funny?” you asked curiously, rather than in a judgemental manner.

“well yeah, i don’t know why you did it, but she probably deserved it” he shrugged, taking a bite of his own pastry. you felt your shoulders begin to relax, infact your entire demeanour had changed. jaemin was the only person that didn’t push you to admit your faults and apologise. he didn’t need to know the whole story, he just took your words for what they were.

the next hour consisted of you and jaemin, sharing stories on some of the mischievous things you had gotten up to in the past. from small things like setting off stink bombs during an exam, to running from the mall cops after stealing a pair of pants from a store. jaemin liked your reactions to his stories, at first your face would be full of shock, then turn into some sort of enlightenment. he found it quite endearing to watch. he wasn’t too bad on the eyes either.

“need me to walk you home?”

“i don’t need you to do anything for me” jaemin just smirked at your response,

“but i wouldn’t mind if you did”

“ah i see how it’s going to be”

“what do you mean?”

“our relationship, it’s going to be very push and pull” what on earth was he on about?

“you got that from just spending a few hours with me?” jaemin nodded, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

“i think we’ll be spending a lot of time together” was all he said back. if you had told yourself earlier that day, that you’d become na jaemin’s partner in crime, you’d punch yourself in the face. but this was only the beginning.

from that day onwards, you would purposely seek out jaemin’s presence. whether it be you walking to the most isolated parts of school, or simply trying to get into detention in the case he was there again. as a result of the laxative prank, jaemin had earned a two week long suspension. you had caught wind of this information from the school’s chatterbox, haechan. you’d think after being humiliated by jaemin, he’d keep his name out of his mouth.

you decided to visit the same cafe you accompanied jaemin to, incase he was hanging out there. you weren’t sure why you wanted to be around him so much. if anything, you were more at risk of getting another detention, or becoming a social outcast. but you were going to take those chances.

as you entered the cafe, your eyes scanned near and far for any sight of the black haired boy. you were about to give up, when you heard a voice,

“stalking me now?” you immediately froze, too nervous to turn back. you felt jaemin’s hand on your shoulder, slowly turning your around to face him.

“i-i no it’s not what it looks like-“

“it’s fine, you must have missed me, no?” he let a cocky grin land on his face. you just rolled your eyes, ready to walk right back out that door.

“let’s get up to some trouble today” he gripped your wrist gently, dragging you out of the cafe. he didn’t let go of you, once again, you were aimlessly following him. why did you let him do this to you?

jaemin wasn’t too much of a talker, he tended to try and speak with his eyes. you found it interesting, the way he expected you to know exactly what was on his mind. he eventually stopped walking after reaching an abandoned building. you were beginning to feel slightly anxious, noticing that the sun was slowly setting and the breeze was getting cooler. jaemin plopped his carry bag on the concrete floor, you heard clinking sounds erupt from the bag. he moved to pull out a few spray cans.

“ever graffitied?” you shook your head,

“not spray painting, but i’ve drawn some not so pleasant pictures in the bathroom stalls” you shrug as he handed you a can of bright yellow spray paint. he slightly chuckled at your anecdote, which made you look down at the ground.

“well you won’t get in trouble for messing up this place”

“what is this place anyway?” you start to shake the can, watching as jaemin started spraying onto the blank wall.

“somewhere i come when i don’t feel like going home” you weren’t sure if you wanted to press him to elaborate, so you just nodded, beginning to spray a random design of your own.

jaemin found hanging around you quite amusing. you were always up for anything he wanted to do. you seemed so cheerful about the simplest things, and never pushed him to explain the questionable things about himself. you were a lot different than the people he would usually surround himself with. but like many things in na jaemin’s life, they often went sour very quickly.

And I watched as you fled the scene

Doe-eyed as you buried me

One heart broke, four hands bloody

jaemin had asked you to accompany him to the abandoned building one night. you were half asleep and freezing to death as you approached his car. it was quite beat up, making you worried,

“is this thing even safe to be driving?” you groan as you wrap yourself in your large puffer jacket. jaemin had previously insisted you bring a sleeping bag and pillow. you chose not to question it, too tired to argue back with him.

“don’t disrespect my sweet ride! be grateful i didn’t make you walk in the cold” he scoffed before starting the engine. the car ride was fairly quiet, you were drifting in and out of sleep, in which jaemin noticed. he thought you looked so peaceful, so he tried his best not to make any sharp turns or run over many speed bumps. in a matter of time, he parked the car, gently wiggling your shoulder. you woke up instantly, feeling his cold hand on your cheek. you furrowed your eyebrows before following him out of the car. he led you to the same wall you both had graffitied on before, but this time, it seemed to have become a complete picture.

“i wanted to show you this! isn’t it cool?” he gleamed, pulling you to his side, slightly rubbing your shoulder to warm you up. you quickly ignored his touch, focusing back on the wall. it was a mirage of different doodles and words that must have meant something to jaemin.

“this is amazing, you did this all by yourself?”

“yeah, i really wanted to see your reaction”

“what does it all mean?”

“it’s kind of a representation of what goes on in my mind? i’m not the best with expressing my feelings with words, so i decided to let it out on this wall” jaemin spoke with such ease, his voice filling your ears with warmth. he pulled you closer to him when he saw you shiver,

“care to share?” you slightly joked. jaemin never got too deep with you, so you assumed he would brush the comment off. but he just stares back at you, his eyes piercing into your own. you held your breath as he leaned in closer to you.

“sure thing” he slowly leads you back to the car, turning on the heater as you both wrapped yourselves in sleeping bags. you were huddled up in the back seat, your head leaning on his shoulder as he played with his fingers.

“i never had an outlet for my imagination. my parents weren’t the most warm or loving people in the world. i barely remember anything from my childhood, except for the unpleasant memories. when i started hanging out with some of the older kids, they showed me the ropes of their crew. they taught me how to graffiti, how to carve things with a pocket knife, you know, basic seventh grade stuff” he let out a soft chuckle, but you didn’t laugh. instead you placed your hand over his, feeling the coldness shoot through your body.

“i-i don’t like showing how i feel. because i think it makes me weak, or pitiful. that’s a bad way of thinking, but i can’t help it. so i let out my frustrations here, by either spray painting or smashing random things. it’s nice to get it all out” he stops speaking, his posture suddenly stiffening. you lifted your head from his shoulder, forcing him to look over at you.

“i’m here to listen to you. you don’t have to result to destroying things in order to reveal your feelings. you can just talk to me next time, okay?” you assured him, tightening your grip on his hand. jaemin just nodded, his eyes faltering from yours. why were you so considerate towards him?

“wanna know why i punched yuna in the face?” you saw jaemin crack a smile, nodding frantically.

“she said some things about my family, how they only took me in because they felt sorry for me. see, i’m actually a foster kid, my real parents weren’t in the ‘right state of mind’ to take care of me. well, in the eyes of the law atleast” jaemin didn’t know how to respond, opting to pulling your head back into his shoulder.

“i know she was just trying to rile me up, my foster parents aren’t terrible. but hearing those words just struck a nerve. how can people be so judgmental?”

“that’s just life, love. everyone will always have their own opinions, but it’s up to you, on how to respond. or you can simply choose to ignore them, it’s always worked for me” jaemin started tracing small patterns on the back of your hand, feeling his eyes become drowsy.

“but i don’t want to always ignore my problems. i want to be able to face them, how else will i grow as a person?” you sighed,

“we grow each and every day, most of the time we don’t notice. you’re doing better than you think. sure, you’ll grow up soon enough, you’ll develop your own identity, but for now, enjoy the moment. don’t care too much about what others think, this is your life to lead” jaemin looked down at you, feeling a warm sensation reach his heart.

“for someone who doesn’t like speaking his mind, you sure give some great advice. promise we’ll be there for eachother?” you pull out your pinky finger from his grip, watching as he blinks for a few seconds. you sensed some hesitation, but blamed it on him being tired. eventually, jaemin linked his pink with yours, sealing it with a gentle press of his lips. you couldn’t hide how flustered you had gotten, burying your head in his chest as he started stroking your hair.

“thankyou for being with me tonight” he mumbled as he felt himself fall asleep,

“anytime”

sometimes jaemin would leave you hanging for days on end. at first you would get concerned, mainly for his own safety. you were never sure what he got up to in his spare time, and to be honest, you didn’t want to know. but after a certain amount of days, he would pop back into your life that nothing happened, as if no time had passed. today was one of those days. he was sitting on your bedroom floor, flicking through your history notes. you couldn’t pry your eyes away from him, he looked so peaceful.

“you’re so much smarter than me” he huffs, scratching his head as he closed your notebook.

“no way, i’m pretty average. you’re more street smart than i am” jaemin perks up at your words,

“i guess i am huh” he smirks to himself, making you slightly smile.

“i can help you study if you want, you need a pass, right?” you scooted over to him, sitting so that your shoulders brushed against eachother.

“well yes, technically. but passing doesn’t secure i’ll get into college. not that i can even go” he shrugs, eyes focused on his rings, beginning to fiddle with them.

“what do you mean?”

“i don’t have the grades, my parents barely have any money saved for my college fund. i don’t have a job, you see the issue here?” you sensed him stiffen up next to you, this topic clearly striking a nerve within him. you placed a hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing it,

“you know college isn’t for everyone. i’m sure you will be able to live a good life” jaemin knew you were trying your best to cheer him up. but these were constant thoughts and struggles he had been dealing with for what seemed like a lifetime. he knew you would never fully understand, and he couldn’t be mad at you for that.

“y-yeah, i’ll be fine” he sighs, linking is fingers with yours. you worried about jaemin so much, it slowly began to take over your mind. you caught yourself thinking about him more often, how you wanted to be there for him during his dark times. but jaemin always shoved off the idea of getting too deep with his emotions. sure, he trusted you with most things, but there was always a thought in the back of his mind. you were way too good for him.

“what is this?” you smiled brightly at the boy standing across from you. he was leant up against your locker, gift bag in his hands, shoving it towards you.

“a token of my appreciation for our growing friendship” you chose to ignore the last word, your feelings towards jaemin still being undecided.

you slowly open the bag, your eyes landing on a small box. you furrowed your eyebrows, before opening it.

“t-this is beautiful, jaemin. how did you afford this?” you gasped, pulling out the shiny necklace from the delicate box. it was a silver chain, that sparkled under the light at just the right angle. there was a small pendent latched onto it, a butterfly.

“don’t worry about that, do you like it?” he grinned at you, taking in your ecstatic reaction,

“of course! i cant thank you enough!”

you pull him into a warm hug, arms tightening around his torso. jaemin chuckled softly, bringing his arms to wrap around your frame, slowly swaying you side to side.

“being there for me is enough, i promise”

The things I did

Just so I could call you mine

The things you did

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

the following few days, jaemin went MIA again. you were beginning to become annoyed by his lack of communication. you wanted to believe he was gone for good reason, but something in your gut sensed something worse was happening. that’s when you decided to go to the abandoned building, remembering he often went there when he wanted to be alone. not having a car of your own caused many issues in your life. like right now, you were huffing and puffing once you hopped off your bicycle. you quickly set it aside, making your way to the building. before you turned to the main corridor that you met jaemin in many times before, you heard hushed voices, one belonging to the boy in question.

“we need this deal done asap. no excuses” a deep voice echoes through the building. you couldn’t get a good look at them without being caught, so you remained hidden behind a huge slab of concrete.

“b-but what if they think i’m scamming them because i’m new?” jaemin squeaked. you had never heard him so worried before.

“well you better think of some way to get them to buy, we can’t risk anymore losses. take this as initiation into the big boys club” what the hell was going on?

soon enough, the small group of men had left the building, walking past the concrete slab you were hiding behind. you let out a sigh of relief before rushing to jaemin. his eyes widened at the sight of you, part of him wanting to yell at you for being so stupid.

“what are you doing here?!” he was mad.

“i could ask you the same thing” you scoffed. jaemin suddenly became quiet, eyes avoiding yours.

“what’s going on? and i want the truth. the whole truth” he just sighed, dragging you back to his car. you folded your arms, in disbelief from what you had heard prior.

“i-i’m helping them with some deals okay? it’s just a side hustle to get some cash, i want to get out of this town. this is the only way”

“what are you dealing? drugs?” you gasped, watching as jaemin snapped his neck to face you.

“yes, it’s not as bad as you think-“

“not as bad? they’re literally part of a gang. do you know what happens to people who don’t seal these deals?” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“i know the risks. but i’m desperate. i just need enough to buy an apartment in another city and finally start my life” jaemin doesn’t know why he’s bothering trying to explain this to you. he brushed his fingers through his hair roughly, letting out a groan as he did so.

“when i said there are ways for you to live a good life, i didn’t mean deal drugs. i meant get an apprenticeship or something! literally anything but this”

“there’s nothing you can do to change my mind. i already swore i’d do this deal. i need the money. you wouldn’t understand” jaemin struck back, feeling attacked by your words.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean? i-i can’t do this. come back to me when you’ve come to your senses. this is stupid and you know it” you rush out of his car, causing jaemin to trail behind you as you stumbled to find your bike.

“come with me” you stopped in your tracks.

“pardon?”

“come with me to the deal. i-i don’t want to go alone” he says barely above a whisper,

“you’re crazy if you think i’ll follow you like a lost pup-“ jaemin pressed his lips on yours, hands stuck to your waist, gently rubbing your sides as he deepened the kiss. your words became jumbled as he continued to kiss you. as much as you wanted to argue back with him, feeling his lips on yours was only something you had experienced in your dreams.

“please” he whispered, pulling away from you momentarily.

“o-okay” you whispered back, hands now on his shoulders. jaemin smirked with pride before pulling you in once again. he led you back to his car, dragging you into the backseat. he began trailing kisses down your neck, erupting a pleased sigh from you. and just like that, you were wrapped around his silly little finger.

you were now seated in the passenger seat of jaemin’s busted ass car. your nerves were off the charts, and so were his. you had never seen him so anxious before, he was breathing in quick successions and couldn’t stop shaking.

“just get it over and done with...okay? get in and get out” you try your best to ease his nerves but how much could you really say? you were encouraging him to commit to a drug deal, this was not how you expected your friday night to go.

jaemin just nodded, clutching onto something in his jacket pocket. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, gently stroking your hair as he did so.

“thankyou for coming with me” he mumbled. you just nodded, trying to ignore your intense gut feeling that something was going to go wrong. he led you by your waist into the noisy bar. you kept your head down, allowing jaemin to gain sight of the clients. he didn’t let you approach the group of men, so you tried to distract yourself with a random fruity cocktail from the bar. it wasn’t enough to push aside your worries.

after what seemed like hours, you caught sight of jaemin, who seemed like he was in a rush. he quickly scooped you away from your seat, swiftly leading you out of the bar. before you could even open your mouth, he interjects,

“no time for questions, get in the car now” he harshly shoved you into the passenger seat. now you were more worried than before.

“what the fuck is going on?!” jaemin didn’t answer you, starting the engine of the car. before you could press him any further, the same group of men rushed out of the bar, eyes scanning for the boy next to you. this wasn’t good.

“may or may not have given them the wrong amount...nothing a little hide and seek can’t fix!” jaemin tried to laugh it off, but you knew he was equally as scared. his dingy car wouldn’t start, adding to the panic in the atmosphere. the group of men were already in their own vehicle, approaching jaemin’s car rather quickly.

“fuck fuck fuck” he began shouting, slamming his foot on the accelerator as the car hurled forward. in a matter of time, he was speeding down the street. he probably ran a couple red lights and a few stop signs, but he wasn’t fazed. you on the other hand, were about to throw up. jaemin kept taking sharp turns to throw off the car chasing you, he barely looked back. you were terrified in this moment. anything could go wrong, one wrong turn, and it could all be over. soon enough, he stopped right outside the all too familiar abandoned building. he was out of breath, the adrenaline still present in his system. you were completely frozen, still in shock at what had occurred.

“wasn’t that riveting?” he smirked. he fucking smirked?

“are you kidding me? that was fucking insane. d-don’t do this again. i don’t want any part of this anymore” you began tearing up, feeling your heart pump out of your chest. jaemin’s face dropped as he tried to hold your hand, in which you pulled away immediately.

“t-take me home. please.” he didn’t say anything back to you. he respected your wishes and took you home safely. you didn’t even want to think about the punishment he would receive from the gang for messing up the deal. the only thought of your mind was your own safety. jaemin risked your safety this time around. you would have done anything for him, but in this moment, you were beginning to regret it. na jaemin was trouble. and you needed to stay away from trouble.

staying away from na jaemin was harder than you thought. subtle glances from across the classroom or school courtyard wasn’t doing you any good. so you sought refuge in the library. somehow he managed to find you there too.

“y/n, please, talk to me” you continued to read the novel you weren’t interested in, trying your best to remain angry. he sat across from you, pulling down the book from your face, eyes begging to meet yours.

“there’s nothing left to say” he just sighs, never seeing you be so stubborn.

“i know what i did was wrong, i shouldn’t have put you in that posit-“

“can we please not discuss this here? where anyone can hear us?” you quickly interrupt him, pulling him to the school parking lot. out of habit, jaemin led you to his car, opening the passenger side door for you. you got chills as you sat in the seat once again, the memories flooding back.

“i-i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have brought you into it. i just didn’t want to be alone...you’re the only person who doesn’t make me feel alone.” jaemin could barely look at you, too embarrassed of being vulnerable.

“you know how i’m against what you’re doing. and i know i can’t change your mind. i just can’t keep worrying about your safety. it hurts me knowing that you could get hurt one day” you began sniffling, which made jaemin’s heart ache. he pulled your face to meet his own, staring at your soft features. he slowly guided his fingers to wipe away your tears.

“don’t worry too much about me, love. i’ll be just fine” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, and just like that, you were dragged right back into his arms.

“be careful” you whispered against his lips,

“always”

You used me as an alibi

I crossed my heart as you crossed the line

And I defended you to all my friends

jaemin wasn’t careful. not in the slightest. he showed up at your window, hands clutching to his lower torso area as he stumbled into your room. you hushed him to be as quiet as he could but you immediately knew something was wrong. he practically fell to his knees, soft whimpers and sighs leaving his mouth. you quickly moved to turn on your lights, taking a better look at the boy in pain. your eyes travelled along his face, covered in scratches and bruises.

“you good with playing medic tonight?” he joked, trying to relieve the tension. but you were not having any of it. you pulled him into your bed, allowing him to lay on his back. he had an array of cuts over his body, including a large gash on his lower lip. you swiftly rushed to the bathroom, grabbing your not so impressive first aid kit, but it would have to do for now. you tried your best to disinfect what you cold, until you reached his torso. you saw there were specks of blood leaking onto his t shirt, which made you more worried than you were initially. jaemin just sighed, lifting up his shirt slowly. your eyes were glued on the painful wound plastered on the right side of his body.

“d-did someone stab you?!” you felt tears prickle the side of your eyes. how could he be so stupid?

“n-no, its just a cut, it’s not even that deep” he tried to play it off, but the moment you pressed the cleansing wipe onto the wound, he winced.

“stop playing the tough guy. i hate when you play tough guy” you groan, trying your best to tend to his wound. jaemin watched as your expression changed from one of concern, to annoyance.

“hey, don’t be mad at me, okay?” he brought his hand to hover over your thigh, gently stroking his fingers on the surface.

“i’m sorry” he whispered, trying his best to sit up, but you immediately pushed him back down. you moved to lay next to him, allowing yourself to finally look him in the eyes.

“i can’t always be here to take care of you like this, jaemin. as much as i want to, there are going to be times where i just can’t. you have to understand that”

“of course, i didn’t expect you to be my personal nurse or anything. i just don’t want you to leave” his words sank deeply into your thoughts.

“i-i won’t leave”

“thankyou. i promise i will take you out and we will have fun. like old times. we can go on a road trip, or even that stupid homecoming dance you keep talking about. i’ll do anything to make it up to you because i ca-“ he immediately stopped himself, clutching his side.

“just get some rest, we can continue this discussion another day. goodnight jaem” you just sighed, turning on your back to face him. jaemin didn’t know why he couldn’t finish his sentence. he does care about you. more than anyone else in the world. but why couldn’t he just say it?

you on the other hand, were too busy imagining your future with jaemin. would he be there as your partner in crime for life? or was he just someone passing by to teach you a lesson? you weren’t too sure you wanted to find out.

“y/n, principal lee wants to see you in his office” your economics teacher informed you during class, eyes of classmates following you as you left the room. you swore you hadn’t done anything remotely mischievous lately, besides snatching a cheat sheet for the upcoming final.

“ah yes y/n, please take a seat” principal lee invited you into his office. you tried your best to stay focused on the stubby man in front of you but you couldn’t ignore the two police officers standing to the side.

“you wanted to see me, sir?”

“yes, these officers are here to ask you some questions. don’t worry, you aren’t in trouble. they just need some information for their investigation” he explains as best he could, shifting the conversation over to the two officers.

“as principal lee mentioned, we just need information. are you comfortable with us asking you a few questions?” you slowly nodded, hands beginning to clam up.

“we have reason to believe your friend, na jaemin, has been involved in an incident that occurred last thursday. he claims he was present with you that night. can you confirm this?” you immediately froze. you swore you didn’t even blink. that was the night he came to your window, all banged up a bruised. but you couldn’t tell them that part. so you went with a variation of the truth,

“yes, he was with me, we often study together and watch movies on thursdays.” you tried your best to maintain eye contact, not wanting to draw any more attention.

“have you noticed anything odd in his behaviour lately?” you knew they were just following protocol, but you weren’t prepared for any of this.

“not really. he is quite reserved naturally, but there hasn’t been anything too alarming, in my opinion” the officers just nodded, scribbling down your words.

“thankyou for your time, if we were to need any more statements from you, would you be okay with that?” you simply nodded, wanting nothing more than to get back to class.

“great, we’ll be heading off now, thankyou principal lee, and y/n” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. what in god’s name happened that night?

“why were the cops coming out of the office? did you do something?” your friend, jimin asked you as she rushed to your side.

“n-no, they were asking about jaemin” you sighed. you didn’t want to tell her much, knowing she wasn’t his biggest fan.

“y/n, you have to stop hanging out with him so much. he’s bad news. i mean, he’s got the cops questioning you? is that someone you really want to be with?” you knew she had your best interest at heart, but she didn’t know jaemin like you did. no one did.

“don’t talk about him like he’s some pest in my life. he makes me happy, okay? i’d do pretty much anything for him” you huff, beginning to walk away.

“but would he do anything for you?” her words made you stop in your tracks. she was right to question that. god, even you questioned it sometimes. would he?

And now every time a siren sounds

I wondеr if you're around

'Cause you know that I'd do it all again

jaemin insisted he take you to the homecoming dance — he even pinky promised you.

“jaemin! i’m so excited for tonight, what time are you coming by?” you excitedly squeal into the phone, making jaemin slightly chuckle.

“uh love, i-i don’t think i can make it tonight” you felt your heart drop.

“what? why?”

“i have some business to take care of. i promise you i’ll take you out soo-“

“i think you should stop making promises you can’t keep. hope you have fun doing whatever you’re doing” you immediately hung up, wiping the stray tears from your face. you quickly pulled yourself together. showing up alone to the homecoming dance after you told your friends you were going with jaemin, was probably one of the most embarrassing things you had ever experienced. they all felt pity for you, dragging you to dance, trying to get you to forget about jaemin. but nothing was working. you were beyond disappointed, partially in yourself, for believing he could actually keep his promise.

the moment you got home, you saw someone sitting on the steps just outside your front door. you let out a loud sigh, hoping he heard everything. you wanted to push right past him and go to bed, but jaemin trapped you in his arms. you felt something was off about him. he was stiff as a board, he didn’t say anything to you. you finally got a glimpse of his face, his right eye was swollen and there was a slight gash on his cheek. you immediately gasped, all your anger towards him had fizzled away.

“w-what happened?” you barely whispered, bringing your hand to the side of his face. jaemin winced as he felt the touch, quickly pulling away.

“finally got what was coming” he tried to laugh it off, but he knew you weren’t going to laugh back. instead, you allowed him to follow you to your room, hoping your parents were fast sleep.

jaemin slowly made his way to sit on your bed. you felt like he had something else he was hiding from you, but your main focus was yet again, tending to his wounds.

“i’m getting some real déjà vu right now” you sighed, cleaning his face. jaemin tried his best to not move, but everything stung. he really got it bad this time.

“i’m sorry for breaking my promise. i know how much the dance meant to you” he softly muttered, eyes avoiding yours.

“i-it’s okay”

“no it’s not! you do so much for me, and i couldn’t even do this one thing for you. i feel so shitty. why do you even keep me around? i’m deadweight and that’s trouble for someone with wings” he scoffs, replaying harsh words he had heard from others in the past. you slowly plucked away the medical kit, turning to face him properly. (a/n: not me using a quote from the show ‘panic’)

“you’re not deadweight...you’re a good person, jaem. you’re good to me, that’s what matters” you gently push away the stray strands of hair that covered his forehead. he smiled at your touch, leaning into your palm as you brought it to cup his cheek.

“i love you”

you almost choked on your own saliva...he loves you?

“w-what?”

“yikes, not the response i was hoping for” he yet again, tried to relieve the tension with a joke. but you weren’t having any of it.

“can you be serious for one minute in your life? you can’t just say something like that and not expect me to freak out! i mean, do i love you too? of course i do! i would be stupid not to, but jaemin, you cant just spit that out of nowhere!” you began pacing around your room, which made jaemin smile even wider.

“well i just did. and i mean it” he stood to meet you, standing in the middle of your room as he held your shoulders in place.

“s-so what happens now?” jaemin hesitated for a moment, did he just ruin everything?

“we can’t be together”

“pardon?”

“i-i can’t do that to you. i can’t let you be with someone like me. i’m constant danger. the cops are going to get me one day, and i don’t want you to see it happen” he started rambling, you were barely understanding anything.

“this makes no sense. you’re telling me that you love me but you can’t be with me? why would you do this to me?” you started sobbing,

“i-i don’t expect you to understand. i just needed to tell you before...” he paused, pulling you closer to him. but you pushed yourself away. you didn’t want to hear anymore but forced yourself to listen. you needed answers.

“before what?” you gritted through your teeth,

“before i leave” your eyes widened, tears stopped flowing for a moment. you couldn’t make out any words, allowing jaemin to explain,

“i cant stay here, not in this town. i need to go somewhere else. somewhere they won’t find me. somewhere i can start over” he sighed, sitting back down on your bed.

“take me with you! we can go tonight, i don’t care where i am, as long as you’re with me i’ll be okay!” you begged, pulling out your duffel bag from under your bed. but jaemin quickly gripped your wrists, pulling you to sit with him on the bed.

“y-you can’t come with me. it’s not fair on you, or me. i want you to have a better life, a life with no regrets. you have so many goals, i can’t hold you back from them. i won’t” he insisted, holding your hands in his as he pleaded you with his eyes. you weren’t thinking straight, everything became so overwhelming.

“why are you doing this to me? i cant do this without you! i cant get through all of this without you. please don’t leave” your hands began to shake. jaemin brought them to his lips, placing soft pecks on each knuckle in an attempt to calm you down.

“you can. i know you can. because you’re you. an incredibly loyal, intelligent and courageous person. you don’t need me. if anything, i need you more” he smirked at the last part. you kept shaking your head, not believing anything he was saying.

“just promise me one thing?” he whispered, leaning in closer to you so that your foreheads touched.

“don’t forget me. don’t forget all the things we got up to. i had so much fun with you, more fun than i’ve had in my entire life. i can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. i love you, okay? i’ll always love you” finally, he kissed you. his hands dragged to your waist, rubbing over the soft skin. you shined into the kiss, partially still upset with his departure.

“can we just have one last night together?” you pulled away, wiping away the rest of your tears. jaemin softly nodded, pulling you down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you.

“thankyou for being my partner in crime. i’ll miss you” he sighed, gently scribbling random doodles on your arm with his fingers.

“i miss you already. maybe one day, we’ll meet again? i don’t know, am i being silly?” you didn’t want him to answer, afraid he’d break another promise.

“you’re not silly at all. we’ll see what life has planned for us” he responded. that was enough for you. you’ll leave it up to fate. you were just happy you were spending one last night with the boy you loved so dearly.

It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do

'Cause I was goin' down, but I was doin' it with you

Yeah, everything we broke and all the trouble that we made

But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

Oh, look what we became

you awoke the very next morning in an empty bed. your heart sunk, knowing jaemin was gone had finally hit you. your eyes drifted to where he once was, landing on a piece of paper.

‘go to the building for one last goodbye. i hope you like it.

- jaem <3 ‘

you quickly got changed and rushed there as fast as you could. would he be there to bid you farewell? you weren’t betting on it, but was still curious as to what he had to show you. you made your way into the building, your eyes cascading over all the graffiti. finally, you saw exactly what he left for you. he painted over the mural you both worked on. it had been replaced with a painting of a butterfly. its wings were all different colours, you could tell he spent ages on it. you finally reached the bottom of the artwork, a small inscription was engraved,

‘for the one with the wings, keep on soaring’

“so cheesy, i hate it” you joke to yourself, smiling at his words. this was his final gift for you. as you admired the painting once again, memories of all your little adventures came rushing back. everything you did together seemed like an eternity ago. although you wished you had confessed to him sooner, or kissed him harder, you knew that he was gone for good. jaemin wasn’t the time to keep many promises, so you’ve learnt. you started to put your faith in the universe. if you were meant to be, then you would meet again. but for now, you were content with everything you had gone through together. you were grateful to have known someone as amazing as jaemin, and you would never take that for granted. you only hoped he would do the same, no matter where you both were in life. you hoped you could both grow wings and soar through life without any regrets.

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Harry still has a funny, and slightly unsteady, understanding of humans. As he pieces together their behavior, things just seem to keep popping up to confuse him more. With a slight kick up the ass by his father, his intentions for this mission are realigned. Is this kick enough for what he's about to face, though?

AU: star-being!harry x astronomy-student!aurora

HARRY'S POV.

After a long night, the stars disappeared as the sun came up, bidding the night adieu. Sounds of birds chirped out the window while the sun's rays beamed through the slightly worn down blinds, abruptly awakening me from my slumber. I laid on my side with the blanket messily placed over my face, hiding away from the newfound light. The heat of the sun made my body shift uncomfortably on top of it all. I hated sleeping when it was hot, and I hated it even more when the sun was the one to wake me up.

Adjusting to sleeping on Earth was annoying. Back home, we never saw the sun. We had lights, sure, but never sunlight. My first morning on this planet, I felt like my eyes were burning, and it was way too hot for my own comfort. I cursed myself for thinking that a sweater and pair of jeans would be comfortable enough to wear in my day-to-day life here.

I mumbled, licking over my chapped lips as I pushed the blankets off of me, gawking towards the window that the sun shone through with a squint. I dreaded today already. I had multiple classes to go to and the only upside to it was getting to go to the planetarium afterwards.

When I got out of bed, my shoulders slumped as I padded into the bathroom to begin my morning. I had a small routine that was given to me through my parent's list–brush my teeth, wash my face, and empty my bladder. It was a simple routine, but it was hard to mess up because of it. The physical freshness brought a sense of mental freshness along with it.

Fresh body meant a fresh day.

It was nice to have a place to myself—not needing to share it with anyone else. I made sure to thank my mother for that last week when I saw her. The apartment was fairly small, but I didn't mind it.

Although, it was far more quaint than what I was used to. It was much different than the luxuries of what my home in the stars had. The golden intricate details that sparkled against the moonlight to the bookcase that outstretched across an entire wall. I also missed my bed, even if I hardly used it outside of my human form.

The apartment I lived in now came furnished. I had a reasonably sized bed, a couch that made my body sink into its cushions every time I sat on it, and a vase of fake flowers scattered throughout the rooms.

The couch was my favorite of it all. It was plush, almost as if it was stuffed to the brim with feathers. It did take some adjusting with how lax everything was. While it wasn't anything near my favorite couch back home in my parent's office, it was close enough for the time being.

I pushed back my messy hair, pursing my lips as I stared into the mirror. My fingers traced down my jaw as they pushed into my skin. It was weird living in a human body; their skin was so tight yet stretchy at the same time. I found myself touching my skin a lot, amazed at how different everything was compared to my home planet.

When I finished in the bathroom, I rummaged through my closet to pick out what I was going to wear. Ultimately, I picked out an old band t-shirt with faded lettering and a pair of black slacks. After staring too long in the mirror, I decided I needed a cardigan to pair with it, too.

It was always really cold in our school anyway, but I didn't mind it. Although, sometimes it was a bit too cold even for my liking, and I lived in space. Nothing ever seemed to meet right in the middle in terms of temperature. Too hot or too cold seemed to be the human's typical standard, another confusing aspect about them that I didn't quite understand. Everything was so different down here, even just the perceptions of temperatures.

It was also just weird having to put clothes on everyday and how some clothes were cool and some weren't. Clothes were a foreign concept in the stars. We weren't naked, but we weren't clothed either. We just–were. We typically existed in our variety of star forms.

I had a couple glasses of water to energize myself before I left to head to my classes for the day. I didn't eat, because we didn't have to. It was one of the only things that set our human forms from genuine humans apart. It wasn't that we couldn't, as we did have human organs, but they were mostly for show. They could work, but they weren't necessary. That was why I also had to go home every few days, to replenish my energy levels. Water could only help minimally, but not totally.

Aurora always prodded me about eating, and I always had to make up excuses why I never ate around her. To ease her worries, I ended up going to the store to stock my cabinets up. My income was limited, so I could only pick up cheap canned food. It was better than nothing, and it definitely made me look more humane.

I had to blend in the best I could. When she asked me to dinner last night, I got a little nervous. Technically, I wasn't supposed to be building relationships with humans, but if I didn't then I wouldn't have any friends to talk to either. Besides that, how could I blend in by being a loner?

Hopefully my father would understand.

But, last night with Aurora made me incredibly happy. I didn't know how to explain how I felt. It was maybe like my heart had turned into a butterfly and it was flying around in my chest cavity— its wings tickling against my ribs as they fluttered around, trying to find where they were supposed to be. The way she looked at me, or the way that she looked in general, I knew she had a beautiful soul. She made me feel important. It seemed as though she was enjoying all the things I talked about last night, too.

Back home, these were things people already knew. Our history was more detailed than the educational system on Earth. I supposed people here didn't really fixate on the history of the Greek Gods or things of that sort. Meanwhile, our people watched these stories happen. It was all our histories.

It also just felt nice to be listened to for once.

Here on Earth, I wasn't constantly being second-guessed on everything I did. It was like a true fresh start. No one had these preconceptions about me, planted by my parents, or other entities. I didn't have to try to convince anyone that my past mistakes didn't label who I was now. I didn't have anyone to live up to, constantly letting people down when I didn't live up to their impossible standards. Never being compared to my brother, who somehow never seemed to have the same treatment or repercussions as I did.

None of it mattered and I loved that.

When I went back home for my first check-in, I was painfully reminded how different it was up there versus down here. I was originally excited to visit my family again; I hadn't been separated from them this long in a while. But once it was closer to come back down, I was more excited to leave again.

"What kind of progress have you even made, Harry? You've been down there three days now and I have yet to hear a single thing." My father looked down at me with his knowing look. A look I had grown so accustomed to, full of disappointment.

"That's hardly any time!" I shouted. My rising tone startled even my mother, not used to me talking back so forcefully to anyone, let alone my dad. It surprised me, too, to be fair.

One of his eyebrows twitched with annoyance, a snarl curling across his lips. His teeth clenched with his words as he spoke back.

"I gave this task to you to prove you were capable. You need to shape up and focus on why you're down there to begin with! Find those light guardians, or so help me Zeus." His grip tightened around his magical stick made of steel.

I had always ogled it when I was younger, begging to touch it just once. Now, it was only a reminder of how powerful he was and how little of it I held. I knew it would never get passed down to me, my brother, Leon, made sure to remind me it would be his when he got older. At first I would argue with him about it, but soon gave up as I aged. I knew deep down that I was at the bottom of the totem pole. It was just the way it was, unfortunately.

"I am capable, dad. You're hardly giving me a chance. I have to get acclimated first, you should know that." I offered with a pleading tone. I didn't want to argue, I was so burnt out by it. I knew I wouldn't have gotten anywhere if we continued. Father would win just like every other time.

Mom softly touched against his shoulder, giving him a look. It was her way of settling him down before he snapped. I was incredibly grateful for her, because she was the only one who seemed to not look down at me. If she ever doubted me, she didn't show it. She wanted me to be great and gave me chances that, frankly, I probably didn't always deserve.

"Just give him some more time." She whispered quietly.

He exchanged glances from her and back to me as I tried to keep a straight face, looking as stern as possible. I knew I was capable, I just needed time. I would admit that I got a bit distracted, meddling with human relationships. It was necessary to an extent; I needed to blend in and observe my surroundings. Without some form of relationships with humans, a lot could slip through my fingers without realizing. I needed their solidarity and insight.

"Fine." He huffed out. "But, you need to get it together. Quick."

I nodded my head as I concealed the excited feeling coursing through my system.

"I'm not going to let you down, just trust me." I said as I turned around, ready to head back to work on brainstorming ideas.

Over my shoulder I caught mom's eyes for a moment and whispered out a "thank you" in her direction. She smiled and nodded her head as her form of acknowledgment.

The conversation when I got home was the kick up the ass that I needed, honestly. It helped realign what I was here for— what I needed to focus primarily on. The whole time I was home I read up on human behavior and how to spot light guardians. I wasn't sure why I didn't focus as heavily on this material when I had the chance before, but I was lucky I chose to eventually do it anyway.

I took mental notes on everything I read. I knew I needed to tone down my excitement over Earthly things that I wasn't used to up at home. This meant just playing along when someone talked about things I didn't quite understand. I could research it later if I needed to. In order to keep my relationship I was building with Aurora stabilized, I needed to learn about her body language. When was I doing too much? When was I not doing enough?

It was all going to be a learning process, but it was going to be worth it. So worth it if that meant I could not only save our star home, but also win the approval of my family. I needed to protect Aurora first in order for everything else to fall into place. This was the moment I needed to prove to everyone that I was capable and trustworthy. I wasn't just some kid anymore, I could handle what they threw at me. I just had to be given the opportunity, and this was it. I was going to make it worth it.

I grabbed my book bag and left my apartment. I had an hour before I had to get to class, but I always left a little early because I enjoyed walking around the area. I grabbed my sunglasses out of my bag and put them over my face to shield my eyes from the sun as I walked down the sidewalk.

I wouldn't say this was a high traffic area, but depending on certain times of the day, there were a lot of people walking around. I had grown used to seeing creatures around the sidewalk with their owners and it made me think about what Aurora had said last night. I mentally thanked the kind humans that saved those creatures from being killed and I was always sure to flash a smile towards them when I walked by. Humans were protectors in their own way, too.

My sense of smell heightened a lot as well. It was crazy the things that I could sense from miles away. I loved walking by the bakery and smelling the sweet things they had made in there, whatever it was. I had even come across a florist on my way down and I couldn't help but indulge. There were plots of flowers outside with a huge floral sign above it. The door was open, and the natural smell immediately welcomed me inside. It was so strong, I could almost taste it on my tongue.

I walked in, clutching my bag tightly as my eyes scanned around the room. It was a beautiful rainbow inside the shop, all the different colors caught my attention at once. I considered buying myself a bouquet because deciding on just one remained difficult. Walking down the aisles, I gawked at all the roses they had. They all ranged from red to black to pink. They even had white, completely washed of all its typical colors.

I took in a deep inhale of air, trying to take in each individual scent as I passed by. By then, my eyes fell onto a set of beautiful tulips. I reached out to grab them with a small smile on my lips, but someone had reached out towards them at the same time. At first, I didn't react, assuming someone else had beat me to the beauty. But something else caught my eye just as they reached over. As their arm extended, the fabric of their sleeve inched upwards, revealing a small tattoo. I smiled at it for only a brief moment until I realized.

It was the tattoo.

The tattoo that had been drilled inside my brain to remember.

The tattoo that only light guardians had.

I gulped, switching my eyes up to the person in front of me. They had dirty blonde hair, freckles scattered across their face and sun-kissed skin. I tried not to panic, and for a moment, I thought they may have known who I was.

"Sorry 'bout that." He chuckled out, grabbing the tulips from the stand. "Seems to be a popular one around this time of year."

I gawked, swallowing the lump in my throat. An awkward laugh jumped out as I carefully grabbed hold of the amulet my mom had given me for a situation just like this. It was the amulet that stunned them and their powers for an extended amount of time— just enough time so I could take them down without any problems.

I pulled the amulet out, my hands shaking as I quickly tried to open it.

How does this thing work again? I thought frantically inside my head. I remembered her opening it, but I couldn't remember the other part. My fingers trembled with the amulet in my hand. I didn't have time to think, just do it!

I opened up the stone, immediately flashing the light into my eyes and hissed, putting a hand over my eyes quickly.

"Shoot!" I rasped out.

The light guardian spun their attention towards me as he saw the amulet's flash, his eyes widening at the sight. He quickly dropped the tulips and made a run for it out of the shop, tripping on a basket of daisies on his way out. I groaned out, rubbing my eye before looking up to see that he had already disappeared out the door.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot." I said to myself as I dashed out, looking either way to see where he had gone. My eyes scanned over the people on the sidewalk and I spotted him down the sidewalk as he darted between bodies. My feet quickly carried me towards him, the amulet still in my hand as I ran as fast as I could.

I pushed my sunglasses off my face, not caring that they had fallen off my head and onto the sidewalk. I even heard the crunching of plastic as I booked it towards him. I looked down for a moment to see them on the ground, then looked back up. I had almost ran into a woman with her dog when I carelessly averted my gaze for a moment.

"Stop!" I screamed out. "Hey, stop!"

He looked back at me with a smirk, but he kept running. I had to do something quick. I concentrated as hard as I could to bring back what my mom had told me about its powers.

Open it, check. But then what?

The sunlight! Of course. It needed to point towards the source of light from the sun, the greatest power on Earth. It was the strongest force that could be used against them as it was the biggest star around.

I hurriedly fumbled with the amulet, pointing it at him as I tried to get the sun to hit it a certain way. The beam just needed to extend a little further towards him.... It was so close...

Clash!

It hit him right against his arm, causing him to stumble a bit, but he was still much faster than me. I considered my next options for what to do next, but my mind ran blank. There was only one thing that I could do at this point, and it was to call home for backup.

We didn't have phones like humans had on Earth. It worked similarly in the way of communication, but our brains were programmed to work in harmony together. It was like speed dial, but instead of on some fancy device, it was in your mind.

"Harry? What's going on now?" My dad's voice rang through.

"Oh, oops." I breathed out, confused by the unexpected voice on the other side. There was a harshness to my breath since I was trying to run and talk at the same time. "Wrong person, sorry dad, can't talk right now!"

"Harry, what in the–"

I quickly brushed away my accident, ending the call with father and dialing my brother Leon instead. He always knew what to do in situations like this and I wasn't sure if I could keep up running after him like this. I felt like I was barely picking up any speed and he was getting further and further apart from me by the second.

"Harry?" Leon spoke.

"Leon! Hey, brother!" I groaned out, my legs becoming tired as I tried to breathe through the running. "Hey, listen, I need you down here right now!"

"What the hell is going on?" He growled.

"Just get down here!" I yelled out, hanging up on him quickly. There was a lot of energy that came with calling with telepathy and I couldn't waste any more energy while trying to chase after this guy.

There were people that were looking at me weird when I passed by them; I was sure they thought I was insane. I felt like I couldn't breathe and my lungs burned from the harsh inhales of air I took in. Damned this body, damned it all the way to hell. I wouldn't have a problem if I was in my natural form.

I saw him take a sharp right turn and I felt my legs start to turn to jelly as I slowed for a moment to make the same turn. Sweat dripped down my forehead and I started to feel my underarms spread with wetness. I felt disgusted by my human body's functions. Not only was it slower, but it had weird side effects from exertion.

I followed him into an empty field, surrounded by nothing else but more trees in the far distance. I knew he had nowhere to go, and I smirked to myself as he started to slow down. I picked up on my pace, letting out a few shallow breaths as I got closer and closer.

A blue ray from the sky struck him down right in the center. The shot went right in the head and I gasped out, jumping back. I was so taken off guard, I ended up tripping on my feet and fell to my ass.

I pushed myself back up, my eyes wide as I watched his yellow stardust begin to float up towards the sky quickly. I let out an uneasy breath, my palms sweaty as I looked up to see my brother, Leon, and a few other guardians from my planet that had come down with him.

"Leon." I breathed out, my throat dry as I scrunched my face together. I tried to swallow in order to cure my dry mouth from all the running I had just gone through.

"Harry, is this the problem you needed me to take care of?" Leon tsked, walking towards me with ease. He was a lot different than me, a lot older than me too. He was taller by just a couple inches and, in his human form, he had jet black hair framing his sculpted jawline with blue eyes and pale skin. He also had some stubble, which I didn't get. That was totally unfair.

"I–Well, I couldn't get him. He was too quick." I breathed out, still finding it hard to breathe. I fell onto my back, closing my eyes as I tried to steady my breath. My legs were full-on jelly now and everything hurt. I really needed to work out on Earth because this wasn't going to do. This physical body wouldn't make it in these conditions.

Leon sighed, rolling his eyes as he walked towards me with long strides. I could tell he was annoyed by this all. I peeled my eyes open to see him standing over me with his hand outstretched towards me. I hesitated for a moment, then grabbed his hand as he helped me stand to my feet.

"Drink this, it'll make you feel better." He mumbled, taking out a bottle of our moon water we had back home. "Don't tell dad I brought this with me, he'll surely kill me."

"Oh my god." I breathed out, a wide smile on my lips as I grabbed the blue, glistening bottle. The cap popped open, and I immediately started chugging it down until I felt my body start to regain its normalcy. It was liquid medicine, but better.

And magical, too.

"Thank you, brother." I nodded towards him, putting the bottle into my bag. "What happened to the light guardian? Did you kill him?"

He looked at me with a face just like dad. "Yes, I killed him. The hell you think all that was?" He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"Look, I won't tell dad, I promise. But." He paused as he walked closer towards me with a finger pointing in my face. "Don't make me regret it."

He huffed a breath of air and loosened his stance. "Here." My eyes trailed to his hand that closed around his back. My brows piqued out of interest as well as confusion, unsure of what he was doing to begin with.

His hand retracted back in front of him, a ray gun gripped between his fingers. Its metallic body refracted the sunlight that shone down on it with swirls of blues wrapped around the sides. I had only seen it a few times before when it was behind a glass box. Dad would scold me if I even asked to touch it.

This one was my brother's, which wasn't the exact replica that dad had, but it was almost exact. He placed it carefully in my hand, almost as if he was unsure of his own decision of giving this to me. I bit back the feeling his hesitation left me with, determined to prove my worth as an Aurora protector.

And without another word, a bright spark of light encapsulated his human body. It expanded and contracted all within a fraction of a second, shooting back up into the sky along with the others he came with. If I would have blinked, I would've missed it.

"Bye to you, too." I mumbled to myself. The irritation only lasted a moment as I remembered the gun that was still in my right hand. I twisted it around, weighing how it felt inside my grip this time. It felt good, to say the least.

The watch around my wrist quickly alerted me. I had completely forgotten that I needed to be in class, which started in about ten minutes. I spun around, throwing the gun into my backpack as I darted off back towards civilization.

I couldn't be late. I just couldn't.

It was almost like I ran faster than when I was chasing after the light guardian. Even through the jelly legs that had consumed me, I didn't stop running. I already disappointed my brother for the day, the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint anybody else. I couldn't tarnish the dependability I had worked hard on for the humans this soon. So that meant getting to class on time.

The clock just wouldn't stop ticking, no matter how fast my legs took me. Students looked at me strangely as I darted passed them, confused probably on why I was that serious about getting to a destination that quickly. Little did they know what all I had been through or what all banked on moments like this. It was the principle of it all.

Just around the corner was the building I was set on making it to on time. My feet moved faster, my gaze closing in on the destination point.

Until, bam!

My back hit against the cement sidewalk, completely stunning me. The impact wasn't as harsh as the fact that I was broken out of my focus. I rubbed the side of my head as I tried to gauge where I was and what I even ran into.

"Harry?" Aurora's voice mustered out as she sat up. She picked up papers that fell from her grasp during the collision and I couldn't help but feel washed over with guilt.

"Aurora?" I questioned back. "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm just running late and–"

She laughed lightly, cutting me off from my apology. I felt embarrassed all of a sudden.

"It's okay, Harry. I'm okay." She smiled as she brushed herself off and lended a hand out towards me. I smiled back, grateful for her forgiveness. My hand wrapped around hers as she attempted to lift me up. It felt nice to have contact with her again; it ignited something in me that I couldn't pinpoint.

"Why are you all sweaty?" She laughed out, rubbing her now sweaty hand onto her jeans.

I looked down at my palms as I chuckled nervously, unaware of what to say. "I, uh–"

"You don't work out right before class, do you?" She asked, examining me with a slight crook of her head.

"I mean, yeah. I, uh, like to just get it out of my system before I get to class." I shuffled on my feet nervously. "Which, speaking of, is why I'm late. I gotta go, but I'll see you later!" I shouted out over my shoulder as I ran off into the building's entrance doors.

I hated that I had to ignore her and cut her off, but I would just have to explain later— or at least find a better explanation that wouldn't give away the entire truth.

Running up the stairs was the last thing my body wanted to do, but somehow I managed. I stopped right at the classroom doors as I wiped the sweat that had accumulated at the top of my forehead and took a few deep breaths.

With a brush of my hair through my fingers, I took one last look over my body to make sure all looked normal enough. I chose to ignore the sweat stains that left a ring underneath the armpits of my shirt, knowing there was nothing to be done about that. I prepared for the awkward stares, but it was okay.

Because I made it. I was dependable.

NEXT UPDATE: 03/15/22

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Serafina

Part 2 Part 3

Based on @unmaskedagain post “Marinette’s Haunted Doll” this is my take on the story and the kind of things Serafina would have done to get even. There’ll be three parts, and will hopefully be posted through the week. Blood, gore, and character death ahead. You have been warned.

She was seven years old when her Grandma Gina’s sister, Ramona, passed away. Marinette couldn’t remember ever meeting her. Her dad said that she was a very private person and didn’t get out much. Since she had never married or had any children, all of her relatives were asked to come over to the house and divide the property before the rest was sold and equally divided.

While her parents had been in the kitchen, looking over some family cook books, Marinette had wandered around the old house until she came to a small room. It was full of spiderwebs and old toys, which greatly interested her. She spent a long time looking through the boxes and shelves until she found a locked chest in the closet. Remembering the key she had seen in a dresser drawer, she retrieved it to see if it worked. It was hard to turn, but she heard the click and was able to open the lid. Inside was a box with an envelope laying on top of it. Curious she opened the envelope and read the note as best as she could.

“If I’m dead, Serafina killed me.”

Tilting her head in curiosity, Marinette set the letter aside and opened the box. Inside was an old looking porcelain doll. It was covered in spiderwebs, the dress was old and ripped, she was missing a shoe, and the hat looked like it was stained with red paint.

“Are you Serafina?” She asked the doll before carefully lifting it out of the box. “I don’t think you’re bad, you just look lonely. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you!” Giving the doll a gentle hug, the little girl got to her feet and left the room and letter behind. Finding her parents, she asked if it was okay to take the doll home so she could take care of her.

Tom remembered seeing that doll when he was a kid and had always thought it was creepy, but if his little girl saw the good in it, he would trust her. And since none of the other relatives wanted anything to do with the doll, it came home with them.

Once home, the little girl raced up to her room with the doll and immediately got to work. She threw away the old dress, hat, and shoe before cleaning away all the dirt with a washcloth and carefully combing out the knotted hair. Then Marinette got to work on making Serafina a brand new outfit with new shoes and a hat. It took a few days, but she was really happy with what she came up with: a pink Victorian dress with rose and pearl accents, a wide brimmed hat with maroon feathers, and maroon slippers that tied with ribbons around the ankles.

Proud of what she had made, Marinette held the doll up high as she twirled around her room. She had been interested in fashion and clothes for months now, and making the pretty outfit for Serafina was a lot of fun. If anything, it proved to her that fashion design was what she wanted to do.

“I hope you like your new clothes, Serafina. You make the perfect little model, so I hope you don’t mind if I make more clothes for you later on. I promise to only make you clothes that will make you feel pretty.” Giving the doll a kiss, Marinette placed her next to her computer before skipping down stairs for dinner.

~oOo~

Serafina had not been expecting this when the young girl, Marinette, had opened her box. It had been decades since anyone had shown her any kindness. For so many years, she had been passed from person to person, shoved into boxes and hidden from sight or attempted to be sold off. Serafina had had no choice but to punish many of her past owners, and she had not been lax with their punishments.

But she didn’t feel the need to do that with Marinette, this girl was different. She wasn’t afraid of her. She didn’t scorn her and hide her away where no one could see her. No, this girl was kind and made Serafina feel loved; something she hadn’t felt in nearly a hundred years. Staying with Marinette, she knew that she would be happy. So, no one needed to die here.

And she was.

The porcelain doll smiled quietly on Marinette’s desk as the years passed, and felt more for this girl than she could remember with anyone else. She felt beautiful whenever Marinette used her to experiment with a new outfit before she would make a full sized outfit for herself. She had fun when the girl would sing and dance around the room, sometimes even picking her up so she could dance with her. She felt entertained when she would play movies on her computer, one time watching a movie about a haunted doll like herself; they didn’t watch much before she turned it off, but Serafina thought it was funny. Scratching people and leaving notes wasn’t scary, she had done much scarier things than that.

As Marinette grew into a teen, Serafina felt proud as she grew from a shy girl into a fearless superhero. Her owner had a lot of love and light to give, so it made sense to her that she became Ladybug. She also felt scared for the girl, not wanting to lose her to Hawkmoth, but silently promised her that if she was ever hurt, the people who hurt her would pay her back in blood.

Serafina was also aware of the tiny god that gave Marinette her power, just as Tikki was aware of her. No doubt, the god could sense the darkness that dwelled in her porcelain body, but realized that she cared for the girl and would not harm her. So the little god wisely said nothing, she would hate it if Marinette suddenly feared her.

After all, the three of them were happy and at peace.

Until the day Marinette came storming into her room, complaining about a girl named Lila. From what she could hear, this girl was a liar and was using her friends. Knowing how much her human cared for other people, that didn’t sit well with how it would affect her. Then she didn’t hear anything about the girl for months. But when she was mentioned again, it quickly got worse from there.

Serafina heard about the threats, the lies, almost being akumatized, her crush Adrien telling her to take the high road, all of it. She watched as one by one, her friends turned against her. Bullying her while accusing her of being a bully until only three of her classmates remained. She knew that the teacher and principal were useless and even accused Marinette of being a problem, especially after the expulsion. Serafina had nearly enacted her revenge that day, but held back when she was reinstated the next day.

Nathaniel, Rose, and Juleka were the only people left that believed her or even bothered to try and help in her class. There was also Kagami and Luka, Juleka’s brother. Serafina would admit, that boy was sharper than most. When he first saw her, his blue eyes studied her intently for a long moment until Marinette spoke up.

“That’s Serafina, she’s been passed down through my family for a long time. She was in really bad condition when I got her and took a lot of work to get her fixed up, but it was worth it. She was my first ever model and I’ve never felt lonely since she’s been around.”

Luka looked back over at the doll and gave her a smile. “I can tell, I’d bet no one gave her the proper love or attention until she came to you. And I think, if she could talk, she would say that you kept her from feeling lonely too, and all she wants is for you to be happy.”

Serafina liked that boy, a lot more than she had liked Adrien when he had come to play video games. The boy genuinely seemed to care for Marinette. And even though he could somehow sense that she was more than just a doll, he didn’t spill her secret. Yes, she approved of this one.

And then, less than a week after she returned to school, came the worst day. They were taking pictures at the school and Marinette had worked so hard on a new dress; it was pale purple cotton with teacup sleeves, a tulip skirt and pink lace at the hem. It was so sweet and looked like she was going to a spring tea party. Then half way through the day, she came into her room crying. Her makeup was smeared, there were bruises and scratch marks on her arms, another bruise on her cheek, her hair was a mess and covered in dark blue paint. The same paint that covered almost half of the dress. Tikki was doing her best to comfort the girl as she showered. Marinette was unable to save her dress and ended up throwing it away before she cried herself to sleep on her bed.

Serafina was angry, the kind of anger she hadn’t felt since Ramona had attempted to burn her in the fireplace… and that hadn’t gone well for her. Tikki flew over to face her. “I know what you’re thinking and I can’t condone you falling into old habits and killing her entire class. Despite how much they’ve hurt her, it would still break her heart if they all suddenly died.”

The doll actually considered that for a moment before picturing some very specific people. Lila, the liar that was trying to take away/destroy the person she cared about. Alya, the best friend that betrayed her, acted like a hypocrite, and took joy in hurting her. Adrien, the boy that not only broke his promise to help her as a civilian, but continually harassed her as a pseudo-hero. And finally, Hawkmoth, the person that was constantly putting her in danger. Everyone else that had harmed her would be punished, paying back the harm they had done to Marinette in blood, but those four would pay with their lives.

Tikki shook her head. “As angry as I am with Adrien, you can’t kill him. Marinette still has feelings for him and if he dies, she might never get over him. I can’t stop you from punishing them, but please try not to kill them. You know that she has a big heart and it would hurt her to lose any of them, so please keep that in mind.”

Serafina would have argued, but the little god was right. Killing around Marinette would only upset her. So she would do her best to punish them without killing them… although, accidents do happen.

~oOo~

It was easy enough to sneak herself into Marinette’s bag the next day of school. It was even easier to select her first victims. One of her classmates, Kim, stole her backpack and dumped out all of her stuff, including her. The boy laughed about Marinette bringing a doll to school as he ran up the stairs to keep it away from her. It took little effort to make the boy trip, in full view of everyone that had been watching, and fall backwards down the steps.

Serafina had landed at the top landing with a perfect view of the boy’s tumble, and it was oh so satisfying. She could see his knee bent in the wrong direction, a bone in his arm protruding from the skin, and blood dripping from the cuts and open wounds. But the sound was even better, all the cracking and popping of bone before he began crying like a little girl, begging for his mom. Ah, she hadn’t realized how much she had missed those sounds.

When the principal came out to see what was happening, she hid her presence and let the principal trip over her and fall as well. He even landed on Kim, causing more injuries to both of them. She held back a laugh as the grown man wailed and cried until the paramedics arrived. Loading the two into the ambulance while one of the teachers called the Board of Governors. A representative, M. Rupere, quickly came to take over the principal’s duties while he was gone, and was surprised when a bunch of students tried to blame Marinette for the incident.

“And how is it her fault?” He asked the students that surrounded him. “Did you see her push or trip M. Le Chien or M. Damocles down the stairs?

“Marinette brought in a doll and Kim was distracted by it when he was going up the stairs, that’s how he tripped and fell,” Lila told him with tears in her eyes. “Then M. Damocles tripped over the doll and fell down the stairs too. It’s just like how she pushed me down the stairs last week and I hurt my knee. I think she’s actually trying to hurt people.”

The man looked at Lila for a moment before looking to the top of the stairs, but there was no doll there. Then he looked back at Lila with a stern glare. “Young lady, if you had been pushed down the stairs last week, you would have been severely injured just like your friend or M. Damocles. And whether or not it was Mlle. Dupain-Cheng’s doll that caused the incident or not, does not mean that she is at fault for the accident. To the principal’s office, right now. I think we should have a discussion as to why you are trying to blame another student for something she did not do.”

Totally shocked, the girl looked around to her followers for some support, but they were now looking at her with uncertainty. They had just seen two people fall down the stairs and receive severe injuries, so how was Lila walking around just fine without a scratch on her? Huffing in annoyance, Lila stomped her way to the office while the class stared after her, most of them noticing the lack of limp to her walk.

Serafina was pleased with how this was turning out, she had already punished two of the people that had betrayed Marinette and had begun sewing seeds of doubt with the liar. At the moment, she was hiding in the classroom, observing everyone so she could figure out the best way to punish them. She noticed Rose, Juleka, and Nathaniel sitting close to the girl and doing their best to comfort her. She also noticed Nino, a boy she had seen a couple of times over the years, casting looks back at Marinette.

During the first break, the boy cautiously approached her, clutching his hat in his hands. “Hey dudette, listen… I, um, wanted to say I was sorry,” he said, having a hard time looking her in the eye. “After Kim fell, what that Governor dude said about Lila not being hurt, and the fact that I’ve known you forever. I felt so stupid. You would never push someone down the stairs or cheat or steal from someone like that. And I tried looking up Jagged’s discography to see if there was any mention of a song about Lila, and there was literally nothing. I tried telling Alya, but she didn’t want to listen and-”

Nino was interrupted by Marinette giving him a hug. Serafina smiled at that. The boy had thought for himself and admitted that he was wrong. He apologized and Marinette was willing to offer him forgiveness. She supposed that Nino could also be exempt from punishment, so long as he never betrayed the girl again.

Half way through the second lesson, Lila had returned to the class with two weeks worth of detention and had a meeting scheduled with herself, M. Rupere, and her mother at the end of the week. Serafina decided to let the girl’s empire fall before going in to completely destroy her.

During lunch, when all the students had left. Serafina got to work on punishing Mme. Bustier. She started by slamming the door shut, it made the woman jump and look around the room, but there was no one there. Then the giggling started, causing her to look around the room again. This time, she walked up the steps to see if anyone was hiding in the room, but she was completely alone. When she turned back to her desk, the papers she had been grading were torn to pieces. A bit panicked, Bustier tried to run out of the room, but the door was locked. As she struggled with the door, she heard the scraping of chalk and froze for a moment before looking at the board. Large words were scrawled in block letters: LIAR, ENABLER, MEAN, CRUEL, and the most frightening of all, YOU WILL PAY.

Bustier’s hands were shaking as she erased the words from the board, not understanding what was happening. Only taking a breath when the door opened and her students began to file in. Serafina quietly laughed at the teacher’s fear, she was another person that she would take her time in punishing. Payback for failing to help Marinette. For now, it was time to take out her biggest supporter.

Again, it was much easier than it should have been to sneak herself in Alya’s backpack and go home with her. When the girl found her she sneered. “The klutz must have put you in my bag by mistake.” Then she smiled cruelly at her. “I think I’ll give you to Etta and Ella to play with before giving you back to Maribrat, maybe tell them that you need a makeover and give them some permanent markers too.”

Turning to take the doll out to her sisters, she stubbed her toe on her desk chair hard enough that she felt a crack and dropped back on her butt while hissing in pain. When she was finally able to think past the pain, she realized that she had dropped the doll and didn't see it on the floor. After wrapping her foot, she looked all over her room but couldn’t find it anywhere.

That night, things got… more than scary. Alya was absolutely terrified.

First, her computer turned on, on its own, and started printing off papers saying “YOU KNOW THE TRUTH”. She turned the computer off, only for it to turn back on after she’d climbed into bed and the browser pulled up past searches; specifically, the searches that proved that Lila had been lying. She had found that out after Lila had disappeared from school for months, but had kept to herself so she wouldn’t lose her credibility on her blog or have to admit to Marinette that she’d been right. Turning it off again, she’d decided to sleep on the couch when her phone suddenly let out a hiss and burst into flames.

Letting out a shriek, Alya rushed to her door, and had just barely opened it when it slammed shut on her fingers, causing her to scream as she struggled to pull her hand free. She could hear her parents and Nora shouting on the other side of the door, trying to push it open, but it wouldn’t budge. Her head got fuzzy and she suddenly felt cold, she realized that she was going into shock. Her parents’ shouts became garbled background noise and Alya heard the sound of tiny feet running around the room. She tried reaching the light switch so she could see, but it was out of reach.

From the light outside her window, she could barely make out the movement of a small shadow, moving from one part of the room to another. Coming closer and closer to her with every sweep. Alya began tugging harder on the doorknob and her hand. She needed to get out. Something was in the room with her. She could almost feel the darkness creeping closer. It wanted to hurt her!

What happened next, Serafina couldn’t have planned better if she’d tried. Alya jerked back her trapped arm and the doorknob at the same time Nora threw her shoulder into the door as hard as she could. Sending the teenagers flying into her bedside table and her head hitting the corner with an audible *crack*. The doll smiled silently in the corner of the room as the paramedics were called and listened to her parents cries for their horrid daughter to wake up. They called time of death at 2:03am.

~oOo~

It was a bit more of a chore for Serafina to get back to the school, but it was still manageable as her mother had to inform the school of her daughter’s death and pick up her things. The woman had also noticed the information that had been brought up on Alya’s computer and thought that she had been up late chasing a lead. And as the lead had to do with the disturbing behavior of one of her daughter’s classmates, she thought it best to show the acting principal the information before taking her leave.

Making her way back to the classroom, she saw that the news had spread already. Nino seemed to be hit the hardest, as it was his girlfriend, but he would get over it. Kim was still out of class, and likely would be for a few more days. Tikki saw the doll when she was peeking out of the purse and gave her a disapproving glare, but there was nothing she could do. And in Serafina’s defense, she had only intended on maiming the failed journalist, her death had been an “accident”.

When class let out for lunch, Serafina got back to work tormenting Mme. Bustier. Today, the door slammed and locked shut a few minutes after the last student left. The woman shrieked and was struggling to open the door when the giggling started again. Bustier started screaming for it to “go away” but the giggling continued. Turning back to the door, books began flying at her from all over the room, hitting her chest, back, arms since they were shielding her head.

Then the door opened to show a panicked looking M. Rupere. “I heard screaming, are you alright?” The red haired teacher looked extremely frazzled; her hair was a mess, eyes wide and dilated, and her hands were shaking.

“The books,” she said in a trembling voice. “There was giggling, the door wouldn’t open, and the books attacked me. And this was the second time!”

His eyebrows rose to his hairline as he stared at the woman. “Did you see who was throwing the books at you?”

Bustier shook her head in a frantic manner. “There was no one, the books just started flying at me after the giggling.”

Giving her a slow nod, Rupere gently motioned her to step out of the room ahead of him. “How about you take the rest of the day to recover? Some rest will do you some good.”

To his relief, Mme. Bustier agreed and collected her purse before leaving the school. Looking around the room, he was confused to see all the books in place on the shelves. Curious, he went to examine her desk and saw essay papers… covered in red ink with large “F’s” on every one of them. Reading the paper on top, all he saw were a few grammar mistakes, nothing that should have resulted in a failing grade. A bit unsettled, Rupere called the Board to schedule a psychological exam for the teacher. Serafina watched the man with satisfaction, at the rate she was going with that terrible teacher, she wouldn’t be around much longer.

Her next victims were Max and Alix during science class. She switched a couple of labels on the tubs on their desk before hiding in the room to enjoy the show. Half-way through class, Max poured a large amount of reactive chemical into the mix while it was warming over a burner, and the glass exploded. The two screamed and cursed in pain as Max tried wiping the liquid away from his face, only succeeding in getting more in his eyes. Alix tried wiping it away with a cloth, not noticing in time that the fabric was also soaked in the chemicals that now covered her entire face.

Serafina was impressed with how quickly Mme. Mendeleiev reacted to the incident. Doaning on gloves in an instant and leading the two students to the chemical wash station. Both students looked to have chemical burns on their faces, arms and necks. She could already see the burns covering a large amount of their exposed skin. While the class was distracted, Serafina switched the labels back so it would appear that the two had not been doing as instructed.

When school let out, the doll hid away in Mylene’s bag and ended up going on a date with the girl and Ivan. They commented on the bad luck their class seemed to be having and wondered out loud at what the cause might have been.

Mylene was hesitant to speak as the two ate their ice cream. “Do you think… maybe it’s karma coming back on our class?”

“Why do you think that?” Ivan asked her, seeming genuinely curious. Deciding that their conversation might lead to something more, Serafina waited and listened.

“It’s just… ever since Kim fell down the stairs, it’s got me thinking. Lila says that Marinette pushed her but the only injury she says she got was a bad knee, and she’s been walking around fine since then. And then she tried blaming Marinette for Kim and M. Damocles, when Kim shouldn’t have been running up the stairs and M. Damocles tripped at the top of the stairs when she was still down in the courtyard.”

“You’re right, now that I think about it. Lila lied to that new principal and she did it really easy.” Ivan nodded slowly, his brow creased as he pulled out his phone. “I wonder if she lied about anything else.” Mylene watched over his shoulder as he looked up the story about saving Jagged Stone’s kitten from an airplane. There was nothing, the only article that came up about a pet was his crocodile, Fang. The story said that he had hatched the reptile himself seventeen years earlier and any other pet wouldn’t be as rock’n’roll as Fang. “I don’t think Jagged ever had a cat, this article says that he’s only had Fang for longer than we’ve been around.”

Mylene pulled out her phone and called Rose, putting the call on speaker when she answered.

“Hi Mylene, did you hear anything about Max and Alix? Are they going to be okay?” The girl asked as soon as she picked up.

“Ivan and I haven’t heard anything about them yet, but we have a question for you, Rose, and it’s something only you would be able to answer.”

There was a slight pause on the line. “Go ahead.”

“Do you still chat with Prince Ali?”

“Sure I do! We video chat every Saturday and I send him videos of our performances with Kitty Section. Why do you ask?”

“Ivan and I were wondering… Has he ever mentioned Lila to you?”

There was another pause, although they could hear a hushed conversation in the background. “So, you guys figured out the truth about Lila?” When they didn’t respond right away, Rose continued. “I found out a few weeks after Lila says she came back from Achu. I mentioned Lila to Ali and asked him about the charities they had been working on together, but he’d never heard of her. And Ali is only working on charities involving children, nothing with the environment. When Juleka and I tried asking Lila about it, she got really mean and threatened us if we told anyone. I would have been akumatized if Marinette hadn’t been there to calm me down.”

Ivan and Mylene were horrified, not only had Lila been lying to them, but she had threatened Rose, Juleka, and probably Marinette too. “What should we do?”

“First, you should apologize to Marinette for how you’ve been treating her and let her know that you know the truth.” They heard Juleka over the phone. “Lila has been more terrible to her than anyone else and she keeps getting in Lila’s way to protect us and Nathaniel since we know the truth about her.”

“Who all knows?” Ivan asked, feeling a bit sick to his stomach. Sure, he and Mylene hadn’t really hurt her or done anything, but they hadn’t stood up for her either and they were supposed to be her friend.

“Us, Luka, Kagami, Nathaniel figured it out when she said she could introduce him to Stan Lee, Nino figured it out yesterday, and Adrien’s apparently known from the start but didn’t say anything because he doesn’t think her lies are hurting anybody.”

Both of them could hear the acid in Juleka’s voice when she mentioned Adrien, and they couldn’t argue with her. They knew he had led a sheltered life, but how could he claim that ‘lies don’t hurt anybody’ after sitting back and watching Lila and her friends torment and bully Marinette?

Mylene hadn’t even realized that she had asked that question out loud until Rose answered them. “He told us that it was Marinette’s own fault for antagonizing Lila, and ‘If she just took the high road like I told her, then Lila would leave her alone’. It took everything I had not to slap him.”

Coming from Rose, that really was saying something.

Serafina was then taken on a shopping trip to an arts supplies store, a card shop, and a stop at an ATM before going to Marinette’s family’s bakery. She smiled quietly and with great respect to the couple as they apologized to her girl, gave her cards, an entire bolt of soft purple cotton the same color that her ruined dress had been, a new sketchbook, and money to pay her back for some of the things that Marinette had given them over the past year. They even asked her to provide them with proper receipts, and admitted that they knew the amount they had given her wasn’t enough to cover everything. But they promised to pay her back before asking for anything else, as well as pay in advance for any future items or baked goods.

The little doll would have cried right along with Marinette if she could. These two had proven themselves to her and would avoid punishment, just as Nino had.

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yanderenightmare · 3 years

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Hey, can I have yandere!shinsou to insult the chubby!reader bcs she really made him angry to her by being rebellious so it ended up with she is getting fuck so hard by him 🥵💦

yandere ! SHINSO HITOSHI

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, mind-control, jealousy

MISTAKES COME BEST WHEN SERVED IN THREES

She’d been bugging him all night.

They were hauled up in his dorm-room with homework, had been so for hours. And it wouldn't have been too bad, but she wouldn't shut up.

She laid on her stomach, elbows propped up beneath her, tits mushed perfectly into his mattress, looking like a comfortable pillow fo support, squeezed like two plump balloons in her top with the way she bounced on them. She always bounced as she spoke, so bubbly, voluptuous lips sucking on her pen in those breaks where she didn't have anything to say, looking like a cute little bunny with the chubs of her cheeks, her legs kicking in the air, ass wiggling like a puppy wagging its tail, as she babbled on and on and on about her stupid crush.

Disgusting. He’d lost count of how many times he’d rolled his eyes, sustained clicking his tongue in an exasperated fashion, now feeling the growing need to go puke his guts up.

“He’s got such pretty hair too, like... it’s fluffy, like a cat, like he has secrets hidden inside there or something...” He wanted to claw his eyes out, but he couldn't stop looking at her, those lips, that cheeky smile, her childish giggle. His ears bleeding, not wanting to hear another silly foolish detail about whomever the fuck had her so neatly tied around there finger. “I just want to run my hands through it, you know?” She fiddled with a lock of her own hair while she daydreamed, finger raking through the pretty shiny treads. “Tangle my fingers inside it and ride his face.” That’s when he snapped.

It took only a split second to process, perhaps because he’d imagined it so many times already. Her plush thighs hugging his face, hands grabbing the fat of her ass, setting the rhythm, not letting her go until he feels her dripping down his chin. “Who?” He sounded like an owl, looked like one too. Eyes intense as they stared at her place on his mattress.

Such audacity she had, talking up wet-dreams of someone else in his fucking bed.

Her brows knitted, looking at him, legs stopping to rub together in the air. “Hm?” She only hummed, but it was enough.

“What’s his name?” He repeated, and this time she had no choice but to answer.

Her features blanched, eyes pooling with void, enslaved, gorgeous, pupils blown large like a black lake, like ink ready to write all her secrets, to spill her guts for him.

“Shinso Hitoshi.”

The name dropped from her lips without hesitance, and despite the monotonous sound of it, despite lackluster at the absence of her substantial voice, her full-bodied brazen wild tone, it still managed to make his heart stop, stammer in his chest, before beating along like it usually does, like a skipping rock, picking up its pace, soon to be hammering like some war-drum, fueling war-paint through his system, spiked and frayed, making the thin hairs at the nape of his neck rise, his purple mane frizz with static.

Thoroughly put out, enough to lose his hold on her.

“Did you...” She shook from the shock, from the shackles. “Did you just-” Her palms pushed into her temple as her eyes scrutinized, pulling her knees to curl into a sitting position on the bed. “Use your quirk on me?”

Her frame had bled into a blurry view at the light of his bliss, his smile widened into a sneer as sharp as a knife, eyes refocusing at the sound of her voice breaking the otherwise pin-drop silence and galloping of his heart.

He scoffed at her pout, at the brimming, swirling vivid look of betrayal climbing in her eyes, almost drooling at the bashful blush that adorned her cheeks, having never seen her shy or humiliated before and finding an unparalleled sense of victory at the sight of it.

“What?” He shrugged, sly smile nudging further up on his face, smug and victorious, uncaring of whatever feeling he must have stirred with knowing how she actually felt plain and simple and outspoken, pulled right from her chest, still echoing on the walls, ringing in his mind, dripping from his teeth. He could almost laugh. “Not the guy you thought I was?”

“This isn't funny, Toshi.” Believe him, he didn't think so either. “I trusted you.”

“Your first mistake.” His lilac eyes shone with such sinister glee, such carnal sadistic pleasure, she felt it like a claw on her throat. “Liking me is your second.”

“You’re such a jerk.” Her voice strained, caught between being vicious to teary-wet. He could only imagine, like he’d done so many sleepless nights already, the catlike whimpers and whines she’d spill once he did like she suggested earlier.

She pushed herself off his bed with a bounce and huff and a sweet little sniffle, walking past where he still sat seated on the chair by his desk, hand drumming lean knuckled fingers on the table. “Leaving so soon, Kitten?” He didn't bother getting up. He didn't need to.

“Fuck- you.” She mumbled, her voice already a croak of suppressed cries, her heart aching in her chest as she walked to the door.

The smile cracked even farther, more salacious, more enjoyed, gorged and savored. “Fuck me? Heh, that’ll be your third...” He scoffed, laugh lacing his mocking words. “Stop.” Was all he needed to say to turn all her nerves against her and bend them to do his bidding. “Come here.”

His hand still drummed on the table, not having bothered turning around as he heard her approach him again. Perfectly timed steps, one after the other, mechanical almost, until she stood, plain and simple, without resistance, between his legs, all up for grabs. His fingers stopped drumming.

Then there was silence again. But she would say the smirk on his face was loud, and so was the glint in those lavender orbs, warm in her head, in her cheeks, hot and heavy with how he eyed her, up and down. Hotter as those arms, lined with the muscles of a man, straining veins and fresh bruises from his training, reaching out scarred hands to touch her ample hips, pulling her closer, tighter between his thighs. Fingers, strangely confident and lax, unbothered and unhurried, soon fiddling with the clasp that kept her short school skirt together at the waist, pinching what pliable flesh he found as he explored. Other hand ascending with the same grace, working slowly as he twisted the buttons to her shirt open, popping one after the other, face buried and pushed into the welcoming warm embrace of her breasts with a heavy sigh, lips dragging up and down the valley of them, nose rubbing and cuddling into her skin, teeth soon gracing alongside his tongue licking at her. Her shirt and skirt falling to the floor, pooling around her ankles, meanwhile his hand moved to the back to pinch loose the clasp of her bra, where the other hand had made itself busy feeling up the thickness of her ass like putty between his greedy fingers.

“On the bed.” He growled, face still mushed into her skin, all clothes except her precious cotton panties left in a pile by the desk.

And off she went, Shinso getting up and out of his chair to trail after her, towering over her short frame, looking down at the back of her head and how it seemed to bob up and down as she walked, hips swaying like a feline from side to side as she stalked, until she turned on her heel and plopped down with a bounce. Always so bouncy. So plump and full of life. Juicy like a peach.

He got down on his knees quickly, hands reached out to grab her knees, prying them apart carefully, opening up for a view of soft plush doughy flesh and the valley that made her panties look like a heart just beneath her tummy, all for him to bite into. He groaned, hands curled as they raked down from grabbing at her ass, until they hooked under her knees, pushing her up and down on her back, tits bouncing from the fall, his other hand giving them the attention they deserve, kneading one breasts in his palm, fingers going from tweaking the nib to pulling at it like picking up a water-balloon by the tail, managing to wake her.

“Get off!” She gasped, whined at the harsh touch, hands coming to push at his hard abs. But he wasn't budging, hands easily and softly finding her wrists to keep them from flailing, his dark chuckle stirring that something deep within her gut.

“Get off?” He repeated, questioningly, a slight snicker playing in his tone. “What?” It was clear he was amused, that he had no regrets and no intentions of backing down. “You don't like it when I touch you?” He pushed her down, drowned her in the sheets, hiked his knee up on the bed to earn leverage and height, like a tower toppling over, pushing her wrists into the mattress, head dipping to kiss at her collarbone, nose sliding up her neck as she shook her head in slight protest were any verbal answers were sure to be taken advantage of. “Well-” He scoffed. “That’s a lie.” His words whispered at her ear, as he smoothly hooked his foot under her leg to push them open, knee fitting snugly between the tight space of her thighs, hiking her up over the tops of his own, fitting between her. “We both know you’ll love it when I touch you, Kitten.”

He bit her earlobe with another snicker, kissed her cheek chastely, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he dunked in for one hungry sloppy kiss, loving her adorable girlish squeals beneath him, how her hands had stopped struggling, a tinge of rose blushing her cheeks once he pulled up for air.

“There’s no need to be shy.” Pupils blown, his eyes had never seemed darker. “You belong to me.” He kissed down her neck, bit at her skin. “Every single inch of you.” His hands relieving their post, leaving two smaller hands to stay where they’d been placed. “These tits.” Lips kissing the bud of her breast, teeth rolling it on his tongue. Rough fingers grabbing like claws into the cake of her thighs again, spreading them further apart. “These thighs.” He growled, hands cupping her ass to rut his bulge into her thinly clothed sex, lips crashing onto her once again, even as she yelped against him. “This ass.” He groaned, rocking into her. “All of you. Every single curve.” He purred. “There won’t be an ounce of your being left untouched, unlicked, un-fucked once I’m done.”

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tommybaholland · 3 years

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I would like you to write tom holland x actress!reader, so y/n is getting ready for photoshoot but tom holland was facetiming y/n hoping how's it going, he misses her. they haven't seen each other for a month. After that they do photoshoot and Wired autocomplete interview. then the crew got surprised and y/n misses tom, she sooo surprise and he came to visit for her. i luv them!

missing you

featuring: tom holland (x actress!reader)

you thanked the hair stylist once they were done with your hair and remained in the dressing room to have a quick facetime with your boyfriend.

“hey, love,” tom answered, his voice slightly raspy. “wow, you look really beautiful.”

“thank you,” you smiled. you couldn’t see him too well but you could make out the grainy outline of his facial features and part of his bare shoulders and chest. he looked like he was still in bed. “why is the room so dark?”

“i’m just laying down for a bit,” tom explained.

“how are you feeling?”

“okay. i just wish you were here.”

you frowned. “yeah. i wish i was there to take care of you.”

“nah. then i’d just get you sick. your company is really all i need. i’m so lonely,” he pouted playfully. “but if i get you sick then i get to take care of you so it could be a win-win for me.”

you laughed at his very ‘tom’ logic. “i know. i miss you too. i think we have some time off soon but if you’re sick then we can always see each other when we’re done with promotion stuff.”

tom groaned. “ugh. i don’t know if i can wait that longggg, love.”

“i know this has been a long one but what you do you normally do when i’m away?”

he didn’t respond, his face buried in the pillow. then after a few minutes, he started giggling.

“what’s that one line from spongebob? where spongebob’s like, ‘what do you normally do while i’m at work?’ and patrick says--”

“‘wait for you to get back,’” you finish for him, laughing along.

“yeah. i feel like patrick right now, babe.”

“aww. well, just focus on getting better and maybe do some golfing and i’ll be back before you know it,” you promised.

the pout was still present on his face. “okay. i’ll try to survive until you come home.”

you smiled before you looked at harrison in the mirror, seeing that he had entered the room.

“we’re getting ready to start-- oh, is that tom?”

“harrison?” tom spoke through the phone.

you nodded, raising the phone up to harrison so he could see his sickly best friend.

“hey, mate,” harrison greeted. they had a quick chat about harrison’s recent debut.

“it’s been fun to see you on the other side of things, dude. i’m so happy for you,” tom praised. “i’ve been watching your interviews and they’re hilarious.”

harrison laughed. “thanks, tom. we have to get going if we’re gonna make this next one, though,” he reminded, looking down to you.

you nodded. “okay, babe. looks like i have to go.”

“alright, baby. i love you and miss you so much,” he blows a kiss to the camera.

“love you. miss you too,” you smile.

“see you, harrison.”

“yeah, see you, man.”

you end the facetime and follow harrison out to the set where you would be doing a promo shoot for the irregulars. like harrison, this was your first major role and the promotional part was just as important as the actual shooting of the show. you had been with tom through several of his press junkets but now you understand how taxing and exhausting it can be, especially when you’re away from your boyfriend for so long.

you would’ve liked to have him with you for some of it, like you had with him. but lately your schedules haven’t been matching up so easily. once you were done filming the show, he had gone off to film for spider-man and once he was done with that, you had started the promotional period for the show. there were short periods in between when you got to see each other but it wasn’t nearly enough time.

the heart certainly grows fonder when you’re apart from each other.

besides all that, you found press stuff to be pretty fun for the most part. photoshoots were really easy and usually didn’t take that long. this one took a little longer because harrison was with you and you both took some individual pictures as well as some photos together. if anything, you’re glad he was your co-star. you knew this wouldn’t be the case for every job you get so you tried to enjoy it while it lasted.

after the photoshoot, you and harrison went over to the studio where they film the wired autocomplete interviews. interviews were a bit more daunting part of press, mostly because you felt the pressure to be liked by the general public and that could put a lot of stress on you to be more performative. luckily, your actor boyfriend has been there to remind you to just be yourself and that’s really the best way to handle it.

you had seen several of the autocomplete interviews and always thought they were funny so you were actually looking forward to this one.

once you arrived at the studio, you got all set up with harrison beside you and then the director explained how it was going to work. it seemed like it was pretty lax, which was nice because there was no one asking questions. rather, the questions were actual google searches that people had made so you and harrison were the ones who really got to lead it.

“you guys ready?”

you and harrison nodded.

“three...two... one...action!”

harrison started. “hi! i’m harrison osterfield.”

“and i’m y/n.”

“and this is our wired autocomplete interview.”

“ladies first,” harrison insisted, prompting you to grab your board.

“okay,” you agreed with a laugh.

“here. i’ll hold it and you can rip the tape off,” he offered.

“good idea.”

a lot of the questions were pretty basic like where you were from, where you went to school, if you went to acting school, what your favorite food is, etc. but then you got to a certain one.

“‘is y/n--’ okay. let’s see,” you said as you peeled off the masking tape before reading the full question. “‘is y/n dating tom holland?’”

you laughed awkwardly before answering, as this was the first question about your relationship status in an interview.

“yes. we are dating,” you responded. your mind suddenly wandered to your earlier conversation with him, causing your mouth to keep moving.

“i haven’t seen him in a bit but--” you paused when you realized what you were saying. “um, i’m pretty busy these days.”

you ended with another awkward laugh and shrug as harrison nodded.

“okay. that’s all for me. your turn, harrison.”

you continued on with the interview despite feeling put off by the fact that you missed tom. fortunately, harrison’s questions were more entertaining and perked you up again.

“‘does harrison osterfield drink the juice?’ wait. what does that mean?”

you bursted out laughing at the vague question.

“y/n, what’s so funny? i don’t get it.”

“nothing, nothing,” you replied. “just answer what you think it means.”

you had finished the interview on a high note.

“you seemed to be in a better mood than earlier,” harrison remarked.

“yeah.”

“are you okay?”

“i just,” you started. “we’ve never been apart for this long and it’s just really hard. i didn’t think it was going to be a big deal and i thought i could handle it but i can’t.”

harrison frowned. “hey. no, no. you’re doing a great job. i promised,” he comforted before looking down to his phone.

you stood up off your chair. “i’m going to get some water.”

you began to walk away until harrison abruptly stopped you. “wait, y/n!”

you looked back to him as there was some commotion at the back of the set. you ignored it, looking incredulously at harrison.

“what?” you asked in an annoyed tone. you just wanted some water.

suddenly, a third voice appeared.

“aww, love. don’t be mean to harrison like that.”

you turned to see none other than your boyfriend standing there. you couldn’t react in any other way other than clapping a hand over your mouth and beginning to cry in disbelief that he was actually there.

“baby, it’s okay,” he cooed, walking over and wrapping you up in a hug. some of the crew watching the whole reunion began clapping and cheering.

he rubbed your backed as you sobbed into his shoulder for a few moments before lifting your head up to wipe your eyes.

“how, how-- what-- i,” you stuttered, wanting to know how this could be happening right now.

“what? are you not happy to see me?” he pouted playfully, brushing some hair out of your face.

“no! i am but i thought you were sick.”

“well,” he smirked. “i am an actor, darling.”

you rolled your eyes facetiously before he continued his explanation.

“i got in late last night and stayed in a hotel. i wasn’t sick but i gotta admit, i am pretty tired.”

you laughed. “you’re so dumb.”

“don’t blame this all on me! harrison was in on it too!”

you looked over to harrison who was still sitting there, watching this all go down. he held his hands up.

“guilty. but i’d like to add that tom was freaking out that you had found out somehow and has been texting me all day.”

“no. i really had no idea but i was worried about you,” you prodded at tom’s shoulder with a finger.

“i’d say it was worth it. wouldn’t you?”

you nodded. “i suppose.”

“can i have a kiss now, please?”

you leaned in and pressed a short kiss to his lips but of course, that wasn’t enough to satisfy him. he kept pulling you in for more before you began to get embarrassed with the other people around.

“alright, i’ll stop. but don’t think you can escape from my sneaky kisses!” he took your hand in his and began leading you out of the studio.

“wait, we still have some promo stuff to do for today.”

tom shook his head. “you don’t. can’t say the same for him,” he nodded over to harrison. “i’ve sorted it all out with your manager and it’ll just be me and you for the next two days. does that sound good?”

well, you couldn’t argue with that.

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dadsbongos · 3 years

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Treehouse

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Katsuki Bakugou/Reader (and a lot of other people) Warnings: Spoilers for bakugou’s hero name ahead!!, songfic for this song Summary: Katsuki’s grown a lot since middle school, hasn’t he? ~~~

Do Not Enter's written on the doorway. Why can’t everyone just go away? Except you. You can stay.

Katsuki looked down at the girl in his arms, eyes fluttered shut and lashes fallen over her cheeks. Lips parted ever so slightly to let out puffs of even, laxed breathing. The golden sunlight shone in her hair as it beamed through his thin curtains, soft warmth spreading over both of their bodies. His fingers carefully danced over the tender skin of her arm as he held her close. Her head over his chest and he was sure that the sound of his thunderous heartbeat would wake her eventually.

It felt nice, he concluded, to hold his love so dearly. To let his chest deflate and not have to be the best of the best. He didn’t have to be anyone. He didn’t have to be Bakugou, Katsuki - top of the class. Bakugou, Katsuki - Dynamight. Bakugou, Katsuki - Kacchan. Bakugou, Katsuki.

If he didn’t want to, he didn’t have to be anyone. She’d hold him just as close with any other persona he wanted to wear. It was his real security. His real home - right in her arms. A home he didn’t want to leave.

He wasn’t sure when it hit him. Just one of those random thoughts you never expect but deep down, you knew the entire time. Something so simple and yet so earth shattering that merely breathing it into existence seemed catastrophic. He wasn’t sure when it hit him that he was terrified of losing her. So innately terrified that the very thought was enough to send his muscles a tremor.

The feeling, it wasn’t nice. But he knew exactly what was - living the life he could with (Y/n).

What do you think of my treehouse? It's where I sit and talk really loud. Usually, I'm all by myself.

“Man, you’re really saving my ass here, Bakubro!” Eijiro grinned, exposing his unnatural shark teeth.

Katsuki huffed, “Don’t think about it, shitty hair. You’re still not passing.”

“I know, I know,” the redhead nervously grinned, eyeing the rolled up newspaper in Katsuki’s hand as he did so, “It’s just manly of you to help me is all. You’ve changed, man, it’s kinda cool.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious!” Eijiro put down his pencil, “It’s cool.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes but didn’t retort further. Whether he was ready to admit it or not, that usually would’ve gotten Kirishima, Eijiro a first-class newspaper swatting but he supposed he could let it pass. Just this once.

I’m the captain but you can be the deputy. I'm really glad you think I'm so funny. I don't think I'm ever gonna let you leave.

Denki bit at his bottom lip in concentration, more effort going into thinking about cracking the egg in his hand than actually cracking the egg in his hand. His brows were drawn tight toward his face, contemplating how he should go about his cracking to avoid a mess. The last time he was trusted to crack eggs, he’d gotten shell in the bowl and yolk all on the counter and his fingers. The last time he was trusted to crack eggs, he felt like an utter fool.

Looking over to the electric blond, Katsuki snarled at how little the boy had gotten done. Walking over, he took the egg still encased in its roughened shell from Denki in one hand and a bowl in the other. Tilting the porcelain bowl just right, Katsuki snapped the egg against the lip of the dish, pulling his fingers apart to hold the crack in the egg open so the yolk could drool down. Tossing out the eggshell, Katsuki watched as Denki took an egg for himself before copying exactly what the explosive teenager had done.

As two yolks drowned together in whites within their little bowl, Denki sung the praises of his dear friend, of Bakugou, Katsuki - and in Denki’s opinion, apparently, a masterchef.

Nodding stiffly, Katsuki turned back to his own task at buttering the pan as it laid atop its burner. He let silence rule the kitchen until Denki would break it with a lame joke he would never admit he liked.

Do Not Enter's written on the doorway. Why can’t everyone just go away? Except you. You can stay.

“You have such great lid space, though,” Mina clasped her hands tighter, “I think it’d be fun!”

Katsuki grumbled under his breath before sighing and tossing his head back, “I’ll give you twenty minutes. Starting fucking now.”

Squealing, Mina hopped onto the common room couch before unzipping her makeup bag, “Thanks, Bakugou!”

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, barely managing to hold his underlying frustration inside, “Your damn funeral if you fuck up.”

“I won’t…” Mina pouted, “C’mon, don’t you believe in me? Just a little? You’ve seen what I can do.”

“I’ll believe for now.”

What do you think of my treehouse? It's where I sit and talk really loud. Usually, I'm all by myself.

“Oh, didn’t know the balconies were occupied,” Hanta awkwardly muttered.

Katsuki looked up from the ground below, brows furrowed and eyes stinging, “If you say anything to anyone, I’ll kill you myself.”

Putting his hands up, Hanta showed off that stupidly large, stupidly infectious grin, “Hey, man, everyone needs a good cry. I think it keeps us sane.”

Nodding silently, Katsuki stood at his railing, head hanging over and eyes clenched shut in a new effort to keep his tears in.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I’d rather die.”

“Maybe, instead of dying, you could just vent to a trusted friend who cares about you?” Hanta suggested, “You go to (L/n), right? Well, now you can come to me, too. We’re friends, Bakugou, we’re there for each other.”

I’m the captain but you can be the deputy.

Stirring inside his mind, were the thoughts he’d been keeping to himself since that fight. His real fight with Izuku. Where Katsuki won. The successor to All Might and boy wonder was beaten by Katsuki. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

Izuku was making progress fast, far too fast. He was leaping towards the top and Katsuki could only watch on, feet trapped in the cement. The ground swallowing his body as Deku, the Quirkless one, the useless one, the crybaby, bound forward in success.

It wasn’t fair. He wasn’t enough. Bakugou, Katsuki was simply not enough.

That’s what he was beginning to believe; where he couldn’t even save himself from villains, Deku came rushing in to save him and succeeded.

Sitting at the kitchen island, alone, in the middle of the night, that’s what Katsuki was beginning to believe.

Lights flicker on, “Kacchan?”

Closing his eyes, Katsuki pretended there was no voice. Nobody behind him. No one but him awake at this awful hour.

“You’re usually in bed by now. Way before, actually.”

There was no reply. There didn’t need to be one. Izuku sat beside Katsuki all the same, an uneven, slightly nervous, smile on his face as he did so.

Katsuki opened his eyes, looking at the other boy from the corner of his peripheral, “You’ve made the power yours.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not as useless as I thought.”

“Thanks… you know, I’ve been meaning to ask… would you- would you train with me sometime? I think that I could really improve if I fought someone like you.”

“Someone like me? The fuck does that mean?”

“Strong. Well-versed in your Quirk. Other than Todoroki, you’re probably the best at Quirk application, so I wanted to see if I could fight you.”

“Ask daddy issues.”

“But then we couldn’t have our rematch. I still need to beat you, Kacchan, you know?”

I'm really glad you think I'm so funny.

Katsuki found himself staring at the back of Izuku’s head, brows furrowed. Anger. Frustration. Confusion. He couldn’t tell what exactly it was. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see her. (L/n), (Y/n) smiling at him softly, perfect lips tugged into a perfect grin on her perfect face. God, what he wouldn’t give to just grab her and kiss the smile off her face just to do it all over again. What he wouldn’t give to scream to the world he loved her.

“You okay? You’re tense.”

Glancing to the front, Shota still sleepily tucked in his sleeping bag in a corner of the room, Katsuki nodded, “Fucking fine. Just thinking.”

Setting her chin in the palm of her hand, (Y/n) tilted her head ever so slightly, “Wanna tell me about it?” shaking his head, the ash-blond went to refuse when she spoke up again, “Not here, if you wanna wait.”

He felt almost unworthy. Losing to Deku, killing the legacy of All Might, getting kidnapped by villains - Bakugou, Katsuki felt unworthy of his own lover’s comforts. Looking at the face of an angel would make you crazy - at least that’s what his father told him once. And so, he nodded slowly, “Sure. Later. Alone, though, I’m not talking shit in front of Raccoon Eyes and Dunce Face.”

“Whatever you need,” she murmured, giggling quietly to herself, “I’m here.”

I don't think I'm ever gonna let you leave.

“I’ll say this once.”

He burned the image of them into his brain. (Y/n) and Eijiro on either side of him on the common room couch. Denki just about ready to cut through the carrot cake Mina and Hanta slaved over despite trashing on the choice the entire time. Izuku was slightly off to the side, ready to hand off gifts to his childhood rival.

Katsuki sighed quietly, looking to his feet when a hand grabbed his, (Y/n) rubbing her thumb into his skin. He swallowed his pride before letting everything he felt about each and every person in the room manifest into the best phrase someone like him could imagine.

“Thanks. For everything.”

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakusquad #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou appreciation post #he's great and i love him :3 soo i wrote this #song is treehouse by alex g if that wasn't clear

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prurientpuddlejumper · 3 years

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Hopelessness of Wanting [Part 2]

<- Part 1 | Part 3 ->

Frederick Chilton x Reader

Continuation of an angsty dark fic request.

Warnings: suicidal thoughts/attempt (I made myself real sad with this one so be warned if you’re vulnerable to negative thinking), NSFW, smut (gender-neutral), unhealthy relationship, depression, neurodivergent reader. Melancholy rambling.

3,200 words

“Don’t worry about what Dr. Chilton thinks,” Nurse Clerval advised as soon as he was out of earshot. “He’s an asshole.”

“Yeah, but”—you tugged the hem of your scrubs—“He’s right. I keep messing up. I think he hates me.” You stopped there, too ashamed to admit you were the biggest fuck-up on the entire staff, new or not, or that you could tell Dr. Chilton regretted his decision to hire you.

“And the rest of us hate him. Just keep doing your job, learn the ropes—he’ll back off.”

You nodded silently and continued your rounds, delivering meds and checking in on patients. Amy had to be restrained again when she wouldn’t stop biting. Julianne seemed more confused lately, though you hadn’t known any of them long enough to tell what was normal.

Clerval’s words hung over you. It didn’t seem right that everyone hated Dr. Chilton. He was a little brusque, yes, but intelligent. Wickedly sarcastic. Posturing and puffing himself up whenever people he admired came to visit the hospital, and he wanted badly to impress them. Lonely.

Your cheeks heated at the thought of those intense bursts of green under his brow—the first thing you noticed when he conducted your interview. His eyes almost matched the light green scrubs you wore at the hospital you trained in, though the uniform here was white (as if leaning into the One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest vibe.)

But what drew you in wasn’t that his eyes were beautiful—though they were—it was the way they made contact with yours. Staring you down with fake confidence, as if he were forcing it. That stare must have been off-putting to most people, but it made your spirit leap with that particular spark of connection one only feels when finding a kindred spirit.

“Hey! Still sulking? Hurry it up,” Clerval called, jolting you to attention. You trotted after.

It was nice having a mentor on the staff, but at the same time, it just felt like having another person to eventually disappoint.

“Here! What’s next?” you beamed.

***

Dr. Chilton didn’t back off over the next few weeks as Nurse Clerval suggested. The more you thought you were getting the hang of routines at the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, the more mistakes you seemed to make, and the harder its administrator came down on you. And the more the handsome, scarred Dr. Chilton hated you, the more nervous mistakes you made.

In nursing school, you aced everything technical. Every written test. Every memorized statistic, sterilization procedure, medication instruction, and anatomy diagram. But when it came to interacting with patients and families—being compassionate yet professional—nothing came naturally. As a child, you learned how to fake eye contact by staring at the bridge of someone’s nose. How to smile bright and encourage others so they don’t reject you. So they don’t see you as cold or weird. But sometimes, you felt like an alien just parroting human behavior.

The guy you had been dating when you started working at the BSHCI said something similar to you when he broke it off. That you were “unavailable” and never understood what he needed.

There was a reason your first choice job was at a hospital where the only patients were mentally ill murderers.

Dr. Frederick Chilton was the same way. Just better at hiding it, or braver about not caring when his mannerisms rubbed people the wrong way. He didn’t fall apart like you did. He was… incredible. As soon as you met him, you knew you wanted the job. His smile was forced but friendly that first day, and you went home dreaming about getting to know him better.

But as soon as you were hired, the friendliness went out of his eyes. On your very first day, you passed him in the hall and smiled. He frowned and informed you that you were five minutes late clocking in. Everything—every forgotten ID card and typo on a patient file—was proof to Dr. Chilton that you were incompetent.

Worthless.

He even pointed it out when you couldn’t stand up for yourself and let Nurse Clerval defend you.

Pathetic.

Why did you ever think someone like him might like you?

He wasn’t an asshole. The constant reprimanding and disciplinary write-ups were no more than you deserved. It just hurt coming from someone you admired and wished things could be different with.

God, you wished just once he would smile at you again. Tell you that you did a good job.

Your fist hovered over the dark mahogany of the carved doors to Dr. Chilton’s office, poised to knock. To tender your resignation. You hadn’t seen the extravagant interior of his office since your interview, but you could imagine him in there: laying back on the leather couch sipping a Scotch, surrounded by tall shelves of medical books and sculpted wall molding. The air filled with the library smell of old paper.

In your imagination, his cold green eyes would soften, and he would ask why you were leaving. Apologize for being so hard on you. The Chilton in your mind clasped your hand, and you both blushed, wondering if the gesture was merely a show of professional support, or if it held a deeper meaning. He clasped tighter instead of dropping your hand, knowing— understanding—the heat behind your gaze.

A dull thud came from inside the office, followed by footsteps and a muttering voice, muffled through the door. The footsteps started heading your way, and you walked briskly down the hall toward the exit, not looking back when a moment later, the mahogany doors creaked open.

Coward.

There was no point quitting, anyway. You would never find another hospital job as slow-paced, where you rarely had to speak with outsiders—only the regular long-term patient-inmates, and a small staff of orderlies, guards, nurses, and psychiatrists.

Sometimes you thought you should quit nursing altogether, but then what would you do? Flip burgers? You’d be bad at that, too. There was nothing you wouldn’t be a failure at.

A fog hovered over you, creeping its tendrils into every thought, turning every tiny setback into the end of the world, and making every success unimportant. Leaving BSHCI wouldn’t make it better. Nothing would make it better. You were the fuck-up. Anywhere you went, the problem would always be you.

Every smile you gave was forced, but you kept smiling as if everything was normal. So long as nobody could see you drowning, it wasn’t real. There was still hope that you could get your shit together, and no one would be the wiser that you were actually a disgusting piece of human trash. So long as you could smile like you were fine, you weren’t a complete failure.

But the more you pretended to be upbeat—pretended to be someone likable—the more you were certain your coworkers didn’t like you. They must have been sick of covering for you by now.

A week later, the nurse you were replacing grunted, “Finally,” as you sprinted through the door three minutes after your shift started. That one unremarkable interaction was the final proof of a theory you had been nursing for a long time:

Everyone’s lives would be easier without you.

That was the final conclusion, the final, creeping thought the suffocating fog wormed into your head. The crescendo of a distorted symphony that had been subtly building to this from the beginning.

You couldn’t force yourself to smile anymore.

***

You didn’t have authorized access to the medication supply room, but you swiped a key from Dr. Tenley’s office. For a secure facility, the doctors of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane were lax about locking their own offices. She would notice it was missing by Monday morning, and there would be serious repercussions for stealing it, but you weren’t concerned. You wouldn’t be around to face them.

With the high-potency drugs available in a hospital and a working knowledge of pharmacology, ending a life could be quick and relatively painless.

The key clicked in the door. You glanced up and down the hallway to make sure no one was coming. But the coast was clear.

A halfhearted breath puffed from your nose. Part of you wanted to find it funny how easy this was, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to laugh.

You stealthily opened the windowless metal door, stepped inside, and shut and locked it behind you without making a sound. Once inside the small room, you let out a silent sigh of relief (or despair). Only a handful of people had a key, so you were unlikely to be interrupted, especially at night with only a skeleton staff on duty.

There were three rows of tall storage shelves crammed into the walk-in closet with clean tile in the few places wall was exposed. The whir of a climate-control system drowned out the pulse in your ears as you scanned for the drugs you were looking for.

You found them faster than expected. They could have at least been hidden. The universe could have put a few more obstacles in your path, but instead, the universe was giving you a big fat sign it wanted you dead.

You picked up the packaging. Turned it over in your hand.

Just a handful of these, and all the problems you cause would be over. No more reprimands. No more disappointing everyone you meet. No more wrenching in your gut every time Dr. Chilton looks at you with contempt when you long to see a smile. No more trying so hard every minute of every day.

It wasn’t like too many people would be sad you were gone anyway. Most of them will be relieved.

Your eyes stung.

Wasn’t someone going to walk in and stop you?

Your lip trembled. Why would anyone want to stop you?

Tears rolled down your face as the reality of your plan set in. Survival instinct kicked and clawed at the cloying fog of twisted logic that promised you would be helping everyone if you stopped existing, but it was losing the battle.

And then you heard someone call your name.

You sniffed and looked up. No… not someone calling your name. Moaning it. You crept to the last row of shelves at the back and gasped—Dr. Chilton had his laptop tucked onto a shelf and was watching a clip of security feed on loop. His red, glistening erection thick in his hand as he masturbated, whimpering your name over and over.

You watched silently—he was so engrossed he didn’t notice your shadow falling over the aisle. It was only when the package of drugs slipped from your hand and clattered on the floor that he jumped with a shriek, covering himself, though his massive erection was still conspicuous in his pants. His eyes bugged out at you, face red with embarrassment—but then they quickly narrowed to anger.

“What are you doing in here? You are not authorized to be in this room,” he barked.

All you could think about was what you heard—the name gasping from his lips. It overpowered every other thought. “Were you… imagining me?”

His nostrils flared. He hastily shut the laptop which was looping security footage of you outside his office door.

Then he laughed—forced and cruel. “What I imagine is not your concern. Do not read into it. I have never shown you special treatment, have I? Do you think that I could have feelings for an incompetent nurse?”

“I know that!” Your lip trembled again now that the briefest spark of hope you had was shattered. Of course he didn’t like you. He was just a pervert who jacked off to all the nurses. “Don’t you think I know that I’m worthless? You’ve made it abundantly clear.”

Fresh tears rolled down your cheeks, and Chilton’s eyes softened, as if for the first time realizing that all his attempts to hurt you had succeeded. You were hurt. And he did not enjoy it as much as he thought.

“You are not worthless,” he said quietly. Then his eyes flicked down to the floor, at the medication you dropped. He picked it up, read what it was. His expression fell. “What were you doing in here, nurse?” he swallowed.

“Nothing. I just… needed something for a patient.”

“Lie,” he said.

You looked away. Everything was numb. It barely even occurred to you that someone stopped you after all. A handsome, awkward, cruel doctor you admired was in the same room with you and had said his first kind words since the day you met.

He took a slow step toward you. Then another. His hand—slender and surprisingly large—pressed your arm in an attempt at a comforting gesture. An alien parroting human behavior.

“You are not worthless. I assure you, none of your mistakes have been grievous. You are certainly not the least competent of my staff. Far from it. So don’t…” He swallowed. “…Do not do anything rash.”

“Sure,” you scoffed. “Then why am I the one you’re always reprimanding? The one always being called to your office?” You knew what he thought of you; he was just trying to talk you down.

“That…” he began in a broken voice, “That must be painfully obvious now.”

Your eyes peeled away from the floor and found his face, and the storm of emotions flashing over it. Shame. Trepidation. A faint light of hope.

“You like me?” Your voice sounded far away. The analytical part of your brain was whirring away above the swamp of depression bogging you down with lies that nobody could like you. But it made sense. As the words spilled from your mouth, it was like a veil lifted.

Pulling pigtails. He was pulling your pigtails because he liked you. A middle-aged psychiatrist ought to have more emotional maturity handling a crush than a third-grader, but there was a reason he worked at a hospital where the only patients were mentally ill murderers. There was a reason his staff hated him. Why he was lonely, and why you desperately wanted to be the one to fill the empty space by his side.

Frederick Chilton was a lot like you.

You could understand each other and be less alone in this world, together.

***

His eyes were closed and he was muttering something self-flagellating and vaguely apologetic when the kinetic sense of you moving closer caused Frederick Chilton to look up.

No longer out at arm’s distance, you were within each other’s breathing space. And now, he was genuinely terrified—terrified you were going to return his feelings. Of the joy it might bring crashing down on him like an airplane. He read something he never expected to see in your body language, and it shook him deeper than being walked in on with his cock in his hands.

You should have reported him for ethics violations.

If you made the case to the hospital board that he created a hostile work environment because he wanted you sexually, he would lose his job and do everybody a favor.

But this—the intention in your body—this was the farthest thing from what he deserved. You confirmed his fear when your soft, perfect lips melded against his. Yet, as always when he knew a thing was wrong, he did not push you away. Did nothing to stop you. He let you deepen the kiss slowly, and you were warm, the taste of you sweeter than he imagined in all his lonely nights of fantasizing.

His cock twitched, your closeness awakening his urges again. He moaned as your lips parted, his lips parting with them, and your tongue gently probed inside. You were tentative at first, investigating only the nearest reaches of his inner lips, and then his hand spasmed on your arm, and with a low growl, he pulled your closer—then you became ravenous. All the turbulent emotions churning within you broke free in that kiss. You sobbed into his mouth, your tongue, hot and fervent, explored and assaulted the depths of him, your hands weaving into the hair behind his neck, and he could taste your salt. It was all his tongue could do to keep up—to let himself be consumed.

Dear god, if only that passion would have ended him then and there. The moment your lips met his in an unexpected act of reciprocation was the fulfillment of every want, every tattered and twisted hope—the highest delight a man such as him could achieve. And he knew—rightly so—that all that could follow was suffering of his own design.

Dear god, let me die before I see this in ruins. Let me die with my happiness.

***

The sex wasn’t all that good. But then again, you had gone into that supply closet intending to never come out, so overall, being fucked by the man you had been pining for was a positive turn of events.

It wasn’t how you’d imagined your first time with Dr. Chilton, pressed against a cold tile wall. A hungry kiss led to his clothed erection pushing against your thigh, led to you unbuckling his belt.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered hoarsely, nervous eyes darkened with lust—and you nodded, sliding down your scrub pants, which stuck on your sneakers, hobbling your ankles. He was in too much of a rush to let you take them off—he only opened up his slacks and pulled his cock out of the fly of his briefs. And then he was thrusting into you from behind—frantic, desperate. Your ankles being bound only added to the thrill of him being in control. Dr. Chilton wanted you after all—fantasized about you—and now he was taking you, and all you had to do was surrender to his desire.

His breathy moans rose with each snap of his hips, his hands traveling up your chest under your shirt, fingers curling around your neck, possessing you. Touching every inch of skin he could get his hands on. And that noise that saved your life, your name on his lips, he chanted in your ear.

He was fast—hips racing as if this were his only chance, and if he waited, you would disappear—and he finished fast. You didn’t spend long with your face pressed to the cold tile when his moans broke into a shattered scream, and his head slumped, sweaty, against your back.

Then he turned you around to face him and got on his knees. Heedless of his own mess that he’d left sticky and bitter inside you, he pumped his fingers into you and sucked like he was fulfilling a duty. Clinical about the task, and efficient. It didn’t take him long to bring your arousal to a climax in his mouth.

After, he was quiet. When you had cleaned up, he looked at you like you were a mistake… only you weren’t certain what kind of mistake. If you reached out to reassure him, would he jerk away and tell you to never speak of this again?

“Was it… all you expected?” you asked robotically. Your arm crossed your body, hugging yourself.

And then he kissed you again, softly. He ran his fingers over your hair and pulled back just far enough to study your face. His eyes were wet, clouded with a million thoughts and regrets you would only learn about later.

“You are perfect,” he whispered.

• ● • ━━━━━─ ••●•• ─━━━━━ • ● •

Since I went some places this chapter... Please don’t bottle up your feelings if they’re telling you horrible things about yourself. They aren’t true, I promise. You matter. ❤️

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#frederick chilton #Frederick Chilton x reader #dark fic #angst #This was supposed to be a oneshot! *sobbing* A oneshot!!!#my writing

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radishaur · 4 years

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Highschool AU (Zuko x Reader)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Part: 2/?

Summary: Tutoring Zuko is turning out to be a lot harder than you imagined. Having to keep is a secret is going to make things difficult. Not to mention trying to navigate the funny feeling that’s beginning to inhabit your stomach when you see him. This will definitely be interesting.

•••

You woke up to the sound of buzzing. You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes. It felt earlier than you were used to. You went to turn off the alarm, but were surprised to find that wasn’t what was buzzing. Instead, it was your phone. You rubbed your eyes once more before picking up your phone. It was a text message.

Hey, it’s Zuko. Can you meet me before class?

You unlocked your phone and began typing a reply.

What in the world are you doing up so early? It’s 5 AM. Also yes I’ll meet you.

You groaned and laid back down in bed, attempting to fall back asleep with no luck. You cursed slightly under your breath but decided to just get up and get ready for school. There was no use just laying awake in bed.

You splashed some cold water on your face to finally wake yourself up all the way. It was surprisingly refreshing. You began looking through your closet for what to wear. You finally settled on a pair of shorts and a boat neck top. Your school had a lax dress code thankfully. They needed the parents money, which meant keeping their kids happy. That resulted in the dress code you have now: cover your private parts and the rest is free reign. It made the hotter months much more bearable.

You were tugging on your shorts when you heard your phone buzz once more.

Meet me at the back of the school. 6:30.

I rolled my eyes at his avoidance of my question, but decided to let it go. I was too busy wondering why in the world he wanted to meet me in the first place. It definitely wasn’t for tutoring, so what? You went downstairs to make some breakfast for you and Toph. Now that you were up early you could actually make a real breakfast. You settled on pancakes.

I was placing the pancakes on a plate for myself when my father came downstairs.

“Oh, Y/N. You’re up early,” he said in shock.

“Yea, I woke up early for some reason,” I replied, starting to eat my food as I did.

“I didn’t realize the servants were here already. These pancakes look delicious,” he continued, picking up one from the pile and placing onto a plate of his own.

“They didn’t make them. I did,” I sighed, knowing exactly how this conversation would end.

“Y/N Beifong! You know better than to do that. That’s why we have servants! If someone saw you doing that they’d think we were too cheap to hire servants or even worse, poor!” he exclaimed, pointing angrily at me.

“We’re in our own house! Who’s going to see me making pancakes by myself,” I mumbled, stabbing the fork through another bite.

“No more cooking. That’s final,” he snapped, leaving the room with his pancake in hand.

All these rules. They were ridiculous. I couldn’t wait until I turned 18 and I finally got to leave. I only hoped Toph would understand. And, as if on call, my mother was ordering me to go help my sister get dressed. I pretended to listen and we were out of the house and going to school within a few minutes.

Sokka pulled into the parking lot and I told everyone about my meeting with Zuko. I looked at the clock. I was almost going to be late.

“Zuko asked to meet you? I wonder what he’s gonna say,” Aang wondered out loud.

“What if he tries to kiss you!” Katara exclaimed giddily.

“Katara! He’s not going to kiss me. We just met,” I scolded her as I scrambled out of the car, “I’ll tell you guys what happened later.”

I made my way to the back of the school and saw Zuko waiting there for me. He was wearing the same jeans, but this time instead of a sweater and a button up, he was just wearing a red hoodie.

“Hey, sorry I was almost late. What did you want to talk about?” I asked once I got closer to him.

He looked around to make sure nobody was around before grabbing my wrist and pulling me behind him. I was surprised at the action but followed after him anyways. He lead us into an empty classroom from the back door and then turned to face me.

“S-Sorry about that. I needed to talk to you in private,” he apologized, stepping back from me.

“Uh, it’s fine. What’s so secretive that you had to pull me in here?” I asked in confusion.

“Well, this. You being my tutor and all. My dad uh....well let’s just say he doesn’t exactly like your family,” he admitted, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

I cringed, remembering the conversation I had had with my parents the previous night. They hadn’t been pleased to find out who I was going to be tutoring. Our families were political opponents and I knew that if the school wasn’t paying me they would have absolutely refused. They said as long as I could still look after Toph that I would be allowed to continue tutoring him.

“My parents weren’t exactly pleased either,” I admitted as well.

“Politics are stupid,” he huffed before continuing, “My dad insisted that this be a secret. He thinks that if it gets out his kid is stupid and needs tutoring, especially from his opponents kid, that it’ll make our family look weak.....or something.”

“Ok, well first of all you’re not stupid,” I scolded, scowling at his comment before saying, “But since he’s paying me I guess I don’t really have any option but to keep it a secret.”

“Thanks. I know that will make things difficult, but J don’t really have an option either,” he sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

“That’s alright. We can just meet in secret. Is the library still good?” I asked.

“Yea that’s fine. We can just go in the back,” he agreed.

I smiled at him and then checked the time. I had about 10 minutes until I needed to get to class and it was only right down the hall. I shuffled awkwardly as I tried to determine what to do.

“So uh.....I’m sorry if I woke you up this morning,” Zuko said, looking to the side.

“Oh. It’s ok I should have put my phone on do not disturb. What were you even doing up that early?” I asked once more.

“My dad makes my sister and I get up early. He says it’s supposed to prepare us for the real world or something,” he muttered, clearly harboring a lot of negative feelings for his father.

“Seems like ridiculous rules runs in political families,” I hummed, cracking a smile at my own joke.

He let out a small chuckle before beginning to rub his neck nervously. He had a faint blush dusted across his cheeks.

“Well, I should uh....get going,” he said, pointing to the direction we came from.

“Oh yea. No worries. I’ll text you when I’m on my way to the library,” I said, giving him a small smile before waving goodbye.

I made my way to class and I couldn’t help but feel a fluttery feeling in my stomach. I was actually looking forward to seeing him again. What was happening to me?

I went about my day like normal. Taking notes and answering all the teacher’s questions. The life of a nerd I guess. But this time I couldn’t help but think about Zuko. It was small things like wondering if he was struggling in class right now or thinking that I should remember that for our tutoring session later.

Even at lunch I found my eyes roaming the campus in search of his red hoodie. I wrote it off to my friends as being tired. Toph attested to the fact that I was indeed up at 5 AM.

“Why were you up to early?” Katara asked curiously.

“Zuko texted me and I forgot to turn my phone off,” I admitted sheepishly.

“Speaking of, what did he want to talk to you about this morning?” Toph asked.

I explained the them what Zuko had said and they all nodded and promised not to tell anyone. The rest of the day followed the same pattern as in the morning. Take notes, answe questions, think about Zuko. By the time I was in my last period, I was itching to leave and go to the library. The final bell rang and I practically shot out of my seat and made my way to the library. This time, I was the first one there.

I sat down at the table farthest from the door, hidden away behind bookshelves. I got myself comfortable and waited for him to appear.

“Hey,” he said softly.

I turned around to see him smiling awkwardly at me. He sat down in the chair to my right and I shifted closer to him so that we could start.

“So, what do you want to start with today?” I asked.

“I was hoping we could do English today. We have a test next class and I’m....less than prepared,” he admitted, the small blush dusting his cheeks signaling his embarrassment.

“Oh right. The test on Romeo and Juliet,” I said, my face lighting up with a smile.

Every English teacher always did a segment on it. It was their weak spot. I had read it so many times I could practically recite it in my sleep. It was a classic after all.

I pulled out the textbook from my bag and set it down on the table. I carefully flipped to the page where Romeo and Juliet started and moved the book in the middle of the two of us.

“I believe the test is on symbolism right?” I asked.

“I think so. To tell you the truth I kind of stopped listening after text,” he admitted sheepishly.

I chuckled a little bit and was glad to see a small smile break out on his face.

“Why don’t you read it and I’ll stop you when there’s some symbolism. That way when you take the test you remember stopping there,” I suggested.

“You....want me to read it?” he asked hesistantly.

“I mean, I guess I could, but I think it would be more beneficial for you to do it. Is that alright?” I questioned, wondering why he was suddenly so much more nervous.

“N-No, I can read it,” he replied instantly, as if scared I was going to keep questioning him.

I decided to just let it go. Maybe he was just a nervous reader. I scooted the chair next to him and waited for him to begin. He gulped slightly and shifted the book closer to him. He began reading very slowly and I followed along as he did.

It was surprising to me, because he seemed to understand the words he was reading very well. His slow pace seemed less about a struggle to understand the word and more about something else. He even seemed to breeze by the symbolisms I pointed out, nailing each one exactly.

The only time he hesistate was when I moved the book closer to me. The further the book got from him, the slower and less confidently he read. It didn’t take long for me to notice the pattern. And once I noticed, I quickly put together why: his burn. It was easily assumed that he had either partial or entire loss of sight in his left eye and, like an idiot, that was the side I was making him read with.

“Do you want to switch seats?” I asked, causing him to stop reading.

“What?” he asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“For your eye. I just realized I’m making you read on the side with your scar,” I explained.

He demeanor immediately seemed to change.

“I don’t need you babying me. I’m fine,” he said darkly, a scowl on his face.

“That’s not-“ I started but he cut me off.

“Do you know how many people treat me differently because of my scar? I thought that maybe you would be different since you didn’t make a big deal out of it, but clearly not,” he huffed, picking up his bag and shooting out of the chair.

“Zuko, hold on just a second,” I replied, getting up and standing in front of him before he could walk away, “I’m not judging you. I just was trying to be nice.”

“Forget it, Y/N! I’ll figure this out on my own,” he snapped before bumping past me and storming off.

I watched him as he left and sighed. Note to self: the scar is a sore spot. Looking back on it I probably should have handled that better, but I’m used to Toph. She prefers it when I’m blunt and honest. She hates when people beat around the bush. It’s easy for me to forget not everybody is like that with their differences. I really messed up.

I cleaned up my things and made my way outside, where the family car was waiting to pick me up. The whole ride home, I was thinking of what I could do to fix things. I shuffled inside the house and saw Toph sitting in the living room.

“Hey Y/N. How was tutoring?” she asked, propping her feet up on the arm rest.

“Not great. I did something stupid and I think I hurt Zuko’s feelings,” I admitted, letting out an exasperated sigh and slipping into a chair across from Toph.

“What did you do? Tell him he was ugly?” she joked.

“Honestly? That might have been better,” I sighed.

Toph swung her legs off the arm rest and sat facing me now.

“Oh. That bad, huh?” she hummed.

“We were reading Romeo and Juliet, and he was reading really slowly. I realized it was because I had the book mostly on the side with his scar. I offered to switch seats so he could read better and he got super angry at me,” I explained, letting myself sink into the chair.

“So what? You were just trying to be nice,” she shrugged, not understanding what the issue was.

“I know, but that’s probably not how he saw it. He’s used to people babying him for it and treating him like he’s different. I assumed he’d be like you and appreciate an honest approach instead of me beating around the bush. Apparently I was wrong,” I said.

“I think I have an idea,” Toph said, sitting up in the chair and letting her feet touch the ground.

“Oh?” I asked, encouraging her to elaborate.

“Why don’t you introduce me,” she suggested.

“I don’t really see how that would help, Toph,” I replied, resting my head in my palm.

“He probably thinks you’re treating him differently because you think he’s weak. He probably thinks you don’t understand people with disabilities. Introducing me will give him a chance to see that’s not the case,” she explained, now pacing around the living room.

“I guess it’s worth a shot,” I agreed.

I pulled out my phone and sent Zuko a message. I could only hope he would read it and give me a chance.

I’m sorry for earlier. Can you meet me tomorrow morning? Same place? Give me a chance to explain.

All that was left to do was wait.

#zuko imagine #zuko x reader #zuko #prince zuko fanfic #prince zuko fanfiction #prince zuko fic #modern au

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gerberbabey · 4 years

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teenagers | platonic!pogues

To celebrate reaching 100 followers I meant to post my first request but i lagged Shoutout to that anon!

Request: fem!reader is from obx BUT shes not the usual denim shorts with a cute tank top and minimal makeup yanno shes a little more alt tiktok girl style/euphoria style and shes SUPER sassy and badass. can the scenario be: at a party and stands up to rafe for kie and its her meeting the pogues? so jus the pogues x platonic!reader.

a/n: to the person that sent the request, i forgot to say in the ask: I love you and i appreciate you. hope you love this ❤️ also the hardest part about this was picking out the outfit 💀

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warnings: cussing, rafe’s a dickhead, underaged drinking, there is talk of sex no actual sex tho sorry, terrible writing (idk who editing is)

♫ Teenagers by My Chemical Romance ♫

As someone who’s lived her entire life on an island, people found it rather odd that you weren’t much of an “island” person. Despite being born and raised in Kildare County, in the Outer Banks, aka “Paradise on Earth”, there was so much about you that didn’t conform to the same lifestyle as those around you. You tended to step away from doing ocean related activities, stood out specifically in the way you presented yourself, and more recently spent more of your time on the mainland than the islands now that school was out for the summer.

“Do you wanna...go...to the....” Sarah trailed off as she stared up at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to your ceilings. Any idea she had involved dressing down into swim wear and going out to the beach or just ocean in general. And she knew you would turn it down despite being grounded and therefore stuck on the island.

When you’d called her and told her that you were bored and in turn needed her company and entertainment, she didn’t really expect you to tell her that your parents had prohibited you from taking the ferry out to the mainland for the next month.

“Y’know, what’d you even do? To get grounded?” Sarah questioned as she lay on your bed while music played from the vintage record player your parents had copped for you a few years back.

“Me and my friends got caught trespassing,” you mumbled, “It was really stupid.”

“You got caught trespassing?” Sarah scoffed.

“Yeah and the only reason we go caught in the first place was because Andy-you remember Andy?” Sarah nodded her head despite the fact that she didn’t now who you were talking about, “Got super high off an indica strain and fell asleep! Lin and Nico got away cus they left me and TK to take care of him! Andy’s fucking huge!”

“Wha-Ok, why were you even trespassing?”

“Cus...we wanted to skate,” you explained and you rolled your eyes Sarah raised her brows at you.

“(Y/N), you got arrested because you wanted to skate?!”

“No, ok I almost got arrested because Andy’s a big motherfucker!” you retorted and Sarah threw her hands up in exasperation.

It was ridiculous but it made sense. Not only were you and your mainland friends kind of reckless, it made sense that your parents grounded you to the island. Sure they were actually extremely lax and reasonable (If Sarah were to describe your parents she would call them Hippies. Hippies straight out of the 60s.)They were understanding of who you were as a person and loved you for it but always warned you that they drew the line at two things and those things were jail time and life threatening injuries.

Sometimes she wondered how the two of you were friends, but she wouldn’t have had it any other way. You were one of the few people who didn’t make her feel trapped in the relationship you had. You didn’t have overbearing expectations for her and didn’t base her image off of the one she presented to the public. You were friends with her because of who she was rather than who she seemed to be.

“Ok well, your parents aren’t forcing you to stay home so what do you wanna do?” Sarahh questioned and you sighed.

“I don’t know...I...I literally don’t even do anything on this island.”

Sarah glanced at you and watched as you looked at yourself in your mirror. You’d been going through your closet and had already tried on 6 different outfits since she’d gotten there.

“I heard there’s gonna be a kegger on the boneyard?” Sarah brought up and you paused, looking at her through the mirror. Sarah raised her brows, “We could go to the kegger, drink, smoke, and have fun...or we could stay here...bored...while you try on more outfits,” Sarah tried to make the second option less appealing but considering you were...well, you, you only smiled at her.

“Will you tell me how pretty I look?” you fluttered your eyelashes and Sarah scoffed out a laugh as she grabbed a shirt from the pile of clothes on your bed and bundled it up so she could throw it at you.

“(Y/N) I sat here for 2 hours and watched you do your make up. We’re going to the kegger,” she finalized, “You might as well enjoy yourself while your stuck on the island.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll enjoy myself,” you scoffed, tossing the shirt aside.

"Seriously why don’t you give anyone on this island-aside from me-a chance?” Sarah gave you a hopeful smile.

“Because your brother and his friends wear polos, khaki shorts, and moccasins,” you gave her a mocking smile back and Sarah shrugged as the two of you laughed. You could never understand why Kook boys decided to dress the way they did. Sure the clothes they wore were brand clothing and ridiculously expensive, but that didn’t mean they necessarily looked good.

“Ok, y’know what, I’ll call Topper and we could head out right now. Is that what you wanna wear-”

“Ugh, Topper Thornton? Are you talking to him now?” you groaned and Sarah gave you a look.

“What? He’s cute!” Sarah defended and you rolled your eyes.

“I just don’t trust it. For whatever reason, every cute guy on this island has daddy issues,” you undid the belt around your waist and slipped the large button up shirt off your shoulders, leaving yourself standing in your underwear and jewelry as you pointed to Sarah to emphasize your point.

“Well Topper obviously does not have daddy issues.”

“Yeah because he has mommy issues,” you snorted and Sarah couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped her lips.

“That’s not funny (Y/N)!” she chastised though she was giggling behind her hand.

“Uh, yeah it is,” you shot back and you looked around you at the pile of clothes spread across the floor. You picked up some clothes and too your time to put them on (just to irritate Sarah a little) before you turned to the mirror and looked over your outfit and how it matched with your make up.

“Are you good?” Sarah asked as she slipped her sandals onto her feet. You tilted your head and reached up to muss up your hair a little before nodding.

“Yeah ok,” you answered before you went over to turn off your record player. You stepped over the clothes you’d thrown around the room as you followed after Sarah, making sure to turn your lights off as you went.

“That’s Topper’s car,” Sarah pointed out once you turned around from locking your front door (your parents had banned you from the mainland but that didn’t mean they weren’t allowed to go live their lives) and you tried not to cringe as you noticed that Rafe and Kelce were also in the car.

“Wow, the whole frats here,” you mumbled as Sarah opened the door and let you slide in first.

“Hey (Y/N),” Kelce greeted kindly and you smiled at him, scooting a bit closer so that Sarah could fit in.

“Hi,” you greeted. Kelce was alright. He didn’t really do much aside from follow around Rafe and Topper but outside of that he wasn’t the worst. You thought that maybe if he didn’t feel the need to follow those two around you would get along with him pretty easily.

“Hey,” Topper greeted you awkwardly from the rearview mirror, before he grinned at Sarah. You rolled your eyes even as Sarah nudged at your ribs.

“(Y/N),” Rafe drawled and you tilted your head to the side as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Rafe,” you replied pointedly.

There was an awkward, tense silence in the car before Topper cleared his throat.

“Let’s go?” he questioned and all of you mumbled back some type of confirmation.

By the time you’d gotten to the Boneyard you were overheated in Topper’s car. You’d shrugged off your cardigan, ignoring Rafe’s glance back at you as you continued to mumble to Sarah about something. Topper pulled up to the side of the road, carefully parking his car amongst the billions of other cars that found themselves at the Boneyard.

“I’m literally sweating so much right now,” you whined as you stumbled out of the car, “Why is it so hot in your car Topper?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have worn that sweater,” Topper pointed out and you gave him a look.

“Don’t knock my outfit just cus I know how to dress myself,” you scoffed before you headed off, tugging Sarah along with you. The three boys followed after you, talking between themselves. A few people greeted your lot as you made your way into the heart of the Boneyard, where the kegger was being held. There was a bonfire lit and noise all around. You and Sarah found yourselves mixing in with a group of Tourons, talking about something or another. Rafe, Kelce, and Topper were standing only a few feet away with some of their usual Kook friends.

“Should we get a drink?” you asked Sarah as you settled into the atmosphere and Sarah took a deep breath before she looked over to the keg. In the center of the beach party was usually John B and his usual crew of JJ, Pope, and Kie. The keg was currently being manned by Kie Carrera herself, her 3 friends out of sight. Sarah pursed her lips and shook her head.

“I don’t really wanna head over there,” she told you and you raised a brow.

“You’re gonna drag me to this kegger and....not go to the keg...because of a girl you kind of had beef with your freshman year?”

“(Y/N),” Sarah said firmly and you rolled your eyes.

“Ok I’ll go get us drinks,” you put your arms up and Sarah opened her mouth to protest but you only waved her off as you made your way through the beach. The sand was a little firmer around the Boneyard so you didn’t have to worry that much about your shoes or your ankles giving out on you.

You stepped into where you figured people were lining up to be handed drinks and smoothed out your outfit, ignoring the looks being shot your way. You were used to those at this point.

“Do you always walk off by yourself?”

You tried not to roll your eyes into the back of your head as Rafe stepped up beside you, following the motion of the haphazard line to get closer to the keg.

“Do you always have to bother me?” you replied and Rafe shook his head.

“Yeah I don’t know what your problem with me is (Y/N) but-”

“But?” You cut off Rafe, staring up at him as he clenched his jaw in irritation, “We don’t need to get along Rafe. I’d limit all unnecessary interaction with you if I could, but you just...keep following me around.”

Rafe stayed quiet as you turned away and stepped forward.

“Hey, can I get two?” you requested and the girl manning the keg, Kie, laughed as she filled up a red solo cup.

“Geez up for a wild night?” she looked up, half way to handing you your first cup, and stopped short as she noticed who she was talking to.

“More like an ok night,” you told her taking the cup from her and ignoring the look of shock on her face.

“Oh uh...yeah...I totally get you,” she laughed awkwardly and picked up another red solo cup to fill. You rolled your eyes while she wasn’t looking. You didn’t wanna be caught up in whatever beef these two girls had. You were friends with Sarah sure but it’s not like what Kie had allegedly done was that huge of a deal. Not like anyone had actually gotten arrested (Literally. The cops had arrived and had only asked for the noise level to go down). And you knew Kie. She and Sarah had been best friends at the Kook academy your freshman year and you had been acquaintances with both of them. And though their relationship broke abruptly, and Sarah had begun getting closer to you, you didn’t understand the need to ostracize Kie for something that you weren’t sure she even did.

“Uh so how’s that going so far?” Kie questioned glancing at you and you shrugged.

“I mean I’ve been here for a,” you checked your bare wrist, “solid 20 minutes at least and I’m not arrested or dead so it’s alright.”

“For you, 20 minutes seems pretty good,” Kie joked and she paused unsure if she could even joke with you like this. It was common knowledge that you tended to avoid the Outer Banks and it’s residents as much as you could once no longer tied down to school. Yet as you only chuckled and agreed, Kie smiled, tucking some lose hair behind her ear, “I like your outfit by the way. Not very beach practical, but still very cute.”

“Am I ever beach practical,” you responded and Kie laughed as she nodded in agreement.

“That’s true.”

As Kie reached out to hand you your second cup, a larger hand snatched it up. The lighthearted atmosphere immediately dropped to a tense one as the two of you looked up in unison.

“Oh shit thanks Kiara,” Rafe laughed and you and Kie both shot him a glare.

“Don’t call me Kiara,” Kie hissed and Rafe only shrugged, smirking smugly.

“I think I’ll call a rat whatever I want,” he spit and Kie looked down at the sand in dejection as you frowned at Rafe.

“What the fuck Rafe, are you serious?”

“Hey, I just call out it how it is,” Rafe shrugged.

“I’m not a rat, kook,” Kie’s jaw was clenched in anger.

“Just leave dude,” you told Rafe, “You’re literally being an asshole for nothing.”

“Are you seriously defending her (Y/N)?” Rafe turned to you and you squared up in front of him despite his obvious height advantage. You wouldn’t let someone like Rafe Cameron intimidate you, “I thought you were friends with my sister?”

“And this is any of your business how?” you questioned and Rafe shoulders straightened up in an obvious feeling of defensiveness. Kie’s eyes were wide in shock as she glanced between you and Rafe. Something she definitely didn’t expect was one of Sarah’s closest friends coming to defend her against Sarah’s brother. But you had always been different from the other Kooks and Kie should’ve never underestimated that aspect of you.

“Hey you got an issue or something Kook!?” a voice called out and Kie watched as JJ, with John B and Pope following after him, made their way through the crowd of people. Rafe looked at them over your head but you didn’t even glance away.

“This isn’t your issue Pogues. It’s not always about you,” Rafe huffed and you tilted your head.

“Oh and it’s about you, Rafe?” you questioned and the attention turned back to you. Your necklaces jingled as you adjusted your footing, “Of course it is right? Why else would you be hanging around a bunch of teenagers?”

“You need to watch what you say next,” Rafe breathed, a hostile smile on his face.

“You’re an adult Rafe...and you subject yourself to hanging around people three years younger than you because you have no other way of maintaining your bullshit superiority,” you spoke in a low tone, eager to get under Rafe’s nerves and Rafe’s nerves only, “Oh...sorry if those words were too big for you,” you smiled up at him as your audience chuckled at Rafe’s expense.

From the side the four Pogues watched the interaction go down with wide eyes. They had barely acknowledged the Kooks who had pushed their way to the front of the scene and Sarah, Topper, and Kelce watched the two of you with anticipation. Rafe’s jaw clenched before he licked his lips and smiled that predatory smile of his, he leaned in close to you and you didn’t make a single attempt at back down or away from him.

“Yeah I’m real sure you didn’t think that when I was fucking you on my family’s boat the other night,” he said and a glance to the side indicated that the closest people, that being Kie and her Pogue friends, had heard him. You huffed as you tried to keep your cool.

“Y’know what Rafe? Maybe I would’ve actually enjoyed you fucking me...if you weren’t so far up your dad’s ass-” You gasped in unison with the crowd’s sudden yelling as Rafe threw his cup-drink and all- onto your entire front.

“OOOH SHIT!”

“What the fuck Rafe!?”

“Rafe stop it!”

Topper was quick to pull back Rafe as JJ and John B rushed to step in front of you. You panted heavily as Pope and Kie pulled you back and away from where a fight was very likely going to happen.

You sputtered at the sudden beer that had gone up your nose and you brought a hand up to try and wipe it off of your face, your make up likely ruined beyond repair at this point.

“You are such a pussy Rafe!” JJ yelled and Rafe let out a roar of anger as he broke out of Topper’s grip and shoved at JJ. John B shoved him back and return and soon enough the first punch was thrown. The crowd jeered at them in excitement, cheering them on as Topper, John B, JJ, and Rafe pummeled one another.

“Hey hey hey, are you ok?” Kie questioned you in a haste and you huffed as you wiped at your face once more, slicking your wet hair back.

“Fine-I’m fine! It’s literally...beer and a plastic cup,” you told her to try and stop her from fretting. If she was anything like Sarah...You shook your head and tried to gently push away Pope’s hands as you turned to watch the fight go down. The Kooks seemed to have gotten the upper hand so far and though you cringed you weren’t too surprised. Rafe was a pretty big guy, bigger than John B at least, and Topper seemed to hop onto JJ when the other blonde was already down.

“I think you should be more worried about your friends,” you pointed out and Kie and Pope whipped their heads up to watch their friends fight a losing battle.

“Shit!” Pope hissed.

“Dammit,” Kie breathed, “Get the hell off of them!” she yelled fruitlessly.

“Should I call the cops or something?” you questioned and Pope and Kie stared at you with wide eyes.

“What?! No!” Pope yelled and you put your arms up in defense.

“Ok jeez relax,” you chastised and Pope shrugged, embarrassed. The three of you watched the fight for only a moment longer before you cursed and rushed into the midst of it.

“(Y/N)?!”

“Jesus what is she doing?!-”

“(Y/N) stop!”

A flurry of voices called out to you as jumped onto Toppers back and tried to get him off of JJ. Topper struggled against you, clearly disoriented and agitated.

“Get-” Topper pulled your arms from around his shoulders and you yelped as he shoved you off. You landed harshly on the sand but quickly scrambled to get back up. If you learned anything from skating, it was get the fuck up as soon as you could and pretend shit didn’t hurt.

“What the fuck are you doing (Y/N)!?” Topper yelled at you and you shoved him back to the general direction of where you figured Kelce and Sarah were as JJ tried to get himself together and Rafe and John B grappled with one another.

“Stop Topper,” you told him firmly before you turned, keeping your hand on Topper’s chest, “Rafe! Quit it, for fuck’s sake!”

JJ had gotten up at this point and was quick to shove Rafe off of John B and into the sand. John B staggered to stand up straight and you winced at the bruises already forming on his face. The two pogues stumbled back and away from Rafe and the Kooks, leaving you in the middle of their standoff.

“Alright, party’s over! Get the hell off our side!” JJ yelled and there was a murmur within the crowd as they began to disperse. Pogues and Kooks sneered at one another as they walked off toward their cars and Tourons only shrugged off the events of the night, clearly not looped into the deeper conflict of the island.

“C’mon (Y/N),” Rafe spit blood out onto the sand as Topper, Kelce, and Sarah stood behind him.

“Fuck you Rafe” you retorted, crossing your arms. You looked past him to Sarah and the girl only furrowed her brows, unsure of what you wanted her to do.

“Why don’t you just leave her alone Cameron?” JJ moved to stand beside you and everyone, including you, looked at JJ in surprise. John B raised a brow at his best friend but moved forward to stand by your other side as Rafe ground his teeth. The tall male ran a hand through his slicked back hair, pushing into a messy look that you’d usually be all over, but you couldn’t stand him right now.

“Fine, if you wanna stay here with these dirty Pogues, than be my fucking guest,” Rafe huffed and you only shrugged, unbothered.

“Better than being around you right now.”

“(Y/N)...” Sarah called and you looked at her. Her eyebrows were furrowed in distress and you couldn’t help the pang of guilt that shot through you for a moment but you stood your ground, “C’mon...please?”

“Sarah I love you but I didn’t even wanna come here tonight, let alone hang around your psycho brother. I’m not leaving with you guys,” you concluded, before you reached down to take your shoes off, “I’m just gonna fuckin’ walk.”

You ignored the calls of your name as you walked away from the boneyard and out onto the street. You didn’t really care that your socks were probably super dirty now, or that it was starting to get cold and you were drenched in beer. Alright...well you did kind of care that you were drenched and smelled like beer. You pulled your phone out and sighed at the message from your parents telling you that they’d be staying in your grandparent’s home in the mainland.

All your friends were on the mainland. Aside from Sarah. And maybe Scarlet but you really didn’t wanna deal with her right now.

The sound of a car pulling up beside you made you roll your eyes.

“Leave me alone please,” you told them, not even sparing whoever it was a glance as you continued walking.

“Not happening princess.”

You turned to look at JJ and the Pogues in surprise.

“Kie?” you questioned pausing in your trek. Their van followed as John B pressed on the breaks.

“Hey (Y/N),” Kie was leaning out the window of the passengers seat, her eyebrows furrowed in worry, “Let us take you home?”

“I really don’t-”

“C’mon (Y/L/N), it’s freezing and your dripping beer. Just get in the Twinkie,” JJ pulled the van door open even further, motioning for you to get in. It was kind of them, really it was. But JJ’s tone had irritated you and your hardheadedness so you only crossed your arms, your shoes dangling from the tips of your fingers.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because we....are offering you warmth and transportation?” JJ sassed.

“JJ. Shut up,” Pope slapped JJ’s chest and the blonde shot him an offended look. Kie rolled her eyes at them and opened the passengers side, stepping out of the car and walking up to you. She hugged herself, a bit insecure as she stood a few feet from you.

“I just..really wanna thank you. For defending me against Rafe,” Kie started, “And uh...I feel like I’ve always kind of judged you just cus you became Sarah’s friend after what happened between me and her, but you’re really cool...and you didn’t have to defend me, but you did.”

You shrugged.

“Doesn’t take much to be a good person,” you answered and Kie nodded.

“Yeah...um but..I just feel bad...that you got caught in the middle of that when you didn’t have to. So please let us take you home? I’m not even trying to...return the favor or anything...it’s just the right thing to do for someone who's always been cool with me...”

You pursed your lips and bit your cheek as Kie looked at you pleadingly.

“You are so corny...” you murmured and Kie only chuckled as she led you over to the van. She slid the door closed behind you as you made your way over to a vacant spot.

“Hey there,” JJ greeted with a grin and Pope waved at you awkwardly.

“Not gonna happen Maybank,” you told him bluntly and his grin dropped.

“Ohoshit,” Pope coughed and Kie snorted as John B shook his head, shifting the gears and driving off toward the other side of the island.

“Wha-hey you never know,” JJ teased and you chuckled.

“Hmm, the rebellious surfer boy isn’t really my type JJ. Sorry.”

“Really? What’s your type then?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you smirked, crossed your legs and leaning back against your seat.

“I would like to know actually, that’s why I asked,” JJ quipped and you laughed.

“Ok fine...My type is Heyward here,” you nodded toward the boy and he straightened up in surprise. Pope’s mouth dropped and he floundered for a moment, pointing to himself.

“Pope?! Really?” JJ yelped as Pope smacked him upside the head.

“Screw you JJ,” Pope hissed, though there wasn’t any true animosity in it.

“Yeah I mean Pope’s really cute. Aside from Pope I’d also say Kie but I didn’t want you getting too excited.”

Pope flushed at the compliment and JJ’s eyes widened as he looked over to Kie. The girl turned to look over her shoulder in shock. She turned back to face the front, her cheeks warm, and a smile on her face as John B chuckled from the driver’s seat.

“Sorry bubba but I’d pick Pope too,” John B said and JJ made an offended noise.

“Hey!”

Your group laughed and you couldn’t help but sink into the comfortable and fun atmosphere that came with being with these Pogues. Perhaps you should’ve tried to give them a chance before.

“Oh shit uh where do you live again?” John B asked.

no part 2 sorry :/

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shannendoherty-fans · 3 years

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Shannen in Love

People, 11th October 1993

By Tom Gliatto

Nobody Does It Quicker: Apparently on the Spur of An Unguarded Moment, Volatile 90210 Star Shannen Doherty, 22, Weds Ashley Hamilton, 19

No question that Shannen Doherty, 22, volatile, voluble Hollywood wild child, has had a headline year or so. There was her engagement to Chicago real-estate manager Chris Foufas, later canceled. A much-publicized bar fight with a wannabe actress, Bonita Money. A threatened eviction by her landlord, who claimed she had skipped on $11,000 in rent. And most memorably, a plea for court-ordered protection by her subsequent ex-fiancé, Dean Factor, who charged she had pulled a gun on him and "threatened to hire a few guys to beat me and to sodomize me" on his front lawn. What, possibly, could Doherty do for an encore?

How about a spur-of-the-moment, no-parents-invited, B.Y.O.B. wedding to a guy she had known for two weeks? On Sept. 24, Beverly Hills, 90210's unpredictable star married her brand-new boyfriend, Ashley Hamilton, 19, the son of actor George Hamilton and his first wife, Alana Stewart, in the backyard of her rented Santa Monica Mountain home. Details are sketchy, but so, apparently, was the ceremony. Close friends and family, most of whom were not asked to share the moment, seemed stunned. Shannen's mother, Rosa Doherty, a beauty-salon manager who lives in Los Angeles, said simply that she and her husband, Tom, a mortgage consultant, were happy as long as Shannen was happy. "Shannen wanted to keep it private and personal," she said. "That's all I want to say."

Others were perhaps more candid. "I have no idea why he would do this," said one of Hamilton's friends. "It's beyond my wildest thoughts. I don't know where this came from."

At first, there was even speculation concerning whether the marriage was legal. "It happened too fast," says Doherty's ex-fiancé Foufas. "I wondered if anyone verified it, if there is a confirmed marriage license." (In fact, says Doherty's publicist, Stan Rosenfield, there is.) Doherty herself sidestepped the issue, flying with Hamilton to New York City on Sunday night to host the Oct. 2 edition of Saturday Night Live. At LAX, in front of a posse of reporters, Hamilton conspicuously played with a gold band on his wedding finger. But Doherty's only comment to the press was a snappish "It's none of your business."

Whatever it was, it started with flowers. On Friday morning, Sept. 24, Shannen called her favorite florist in Los Angeles's Brentwood section. She placed a last-minute request for that evening: six separate arrangements of sunflowers and while flowers mixed. The occasion, the florist says he was told, was that "she was having some guests up."

That same day. she reported to work on the set of 90210. During a break, Doherty approached an art department staffer and asked him to come by that night and help decorate her backyard—for her wedding. "Boy, that was fast," gasped the crew member, who, like others on the set, was aware that Doherty had only begun dating Hamilton within the past month.

"Yeah," Doherty answered, "I just found out this morning."

[On September 26th, Doherty and Hamilton waited together — when not dodging press together — at the L.A. airport for their flight to New York City.]

By sundown, word had somehow zipped through town, and a dozen reporters had staked out Doherty's house on Mulholland Drive. By 9 p.m. a handful of guests arrived and drifted in through the front gates. It was a twentysomething L.A. crowd, from casual to grungy, toting six-packs and snack material. A white wedding cake was carried in atop a cardboard box. None of her 90210 regular castmates appeared—not even Doherty's closest friend, Tori Spelling.

As the assembled few watched, Hamilton and Doherty—who was barefoot and wearing a silk bathrobe—made their way through the backyard along a pathway of burning tiki torches, past bushes draped with twinkling lights and a swimming pool whose rippled surface was speckled with floating candles and sunflowers. "It was kind of a midnight Polynesian thing," says one source. The procession concluded, vows were exchanged, and then, according to Doherty publicist Rosenfield, the couple signed their marriage license in the presence of a notary public.

Yet even with the nuptials concluded, questions remained. Why the rush? Why B.Y.O.B.? Why was that cake so conspicuously exposed to the news cameras? (According to the decorator from 90210, Doherty had no food or drink, except for filtered tap water, on hand for her guests.) Why didn't the couple invite family members or many of their friends? Hamilton père, whose marriage to first wife Alana ended amicably in 1976, just laughed when he talked to longtime Daily Variety Hollywood columnist Army Archerd the following Monday. "I never told my parents when I was married," he said of his wedding to Alana. But Alana, in Texas for a high school reunion, was said to be furious at the turn of events involving her son.

What was known was that the 6'3", 190-lb. Hamilton, a fixture on young Hollywood's party scene, had moved in with Doherty right after meeting her. Until very recently, Shannen had been seeing actor Judd Nelson, 33; interestingly enough, it was through Nelson that she met his friend Hamilton. "I hear that friendship ended," says a Hamilton pal. A friend of Doherty's speculated that, furious over her breakup with Nelson three weeks ago. Shannen impetuously threw herself at Hamilton. Indeed, one 90210 staffer claims that, a week before the wedding, Doherty drove to Las Vegas to see Nelson, who was supposedly there with a former girlfriend.

Others saw the marriage as just another typically bizarre Doherty episode. "This is in the vein of Shannen's wacky life," says one 90210 source. "She's so impulsive." Ex-fiancé Foufas, who talked to Doherty the night before the wedding but was given no hint of it, suggested that the marriage might well be a play for attention on Doherty's part: "You know, she might have thought, 'How can I slump the press now?' " Or, he muses, she might just be looking for a little excitement. "Look at it this way," he says. "Five days a week you get up early and go to the studio until 9 at night. You have no life except what producers make of it. It's possible that they are just two people who are bored. I know that Shannen is bored."

In short, this relationship, all of two weeks old, has the earmarks of the peculiar tango—one two three, one two three, tabloid headline aaaaaand DIP!—the public has come to expect of Doherty and her significant others. But Ashley, who recently completed a stint at a Los Angeles drug rehab clinic, is no stranger to trouble himself. A dyslexic who was enrolled in a special-educational program, Hamilton has said he always hated school. "I spent a lot of time in the principal's office," he said. He graduated from high school in 1991, determined to make a career in showbiz as an actor or a director. In December he will appear in Beethoven's 2nd (the sequel to the hit coined) about a Saint Bernard. A self-described rebel who loves motorcycles, he was involved last year in a near-fatal accident that left him bedridden for two months with 300 stitches in his head.

With his height and dark good looks, he has always appeared more mature than he is. "He does seem older," his mother, Alana, told PEOPLE this year, when he was included in the ranks of 1993's 50 Most Beautiful People. Growing up, she said, "he always hung around older kids." (Plus, he got to grow up in the same household as British rock and roll star Rod Stewart, who was married to Alana from 1979 to 1984.) The same kind of age gap is true of his love life. Before Doherty, he dated actress Claire Stansfield, 28, for more than a year. Summing up their age difference, Stansfield once said. "I had to make him realize Eric Clapton did something before MTV Unplugged."

Today, Stansfield, who spoke to Hamilton by phone soon after the wedding, says she is genuinely happy for the couple. "I think they're perfect for each other,' " she says. "It was funny saying to Ashley, 'Where's your wife?' He said she was in the other room."

Another person who has long been close to the Hamilton family is far less sanguine. "How could he do that and not tell his parents?" she asks. "If he would do that, he no longer is the Ashley I know." In any event, she says with a sigh, "maybe Shannen will make a man of him. Because he's still a boy."

As for Doherty, her friends hope for her were perhaps summed up by Foufas, who nearly married her himself just over a year ago. "All I care about is Shannen being happy," he says. "I don't think she's been a happy person."

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The One That Stays

Keanu Reeves x reader (A/n- Last week’s chapter had so many typos that it wasn’t even funny. This is very late, but I kept getting distracted.)

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Chapter 12- Matrimony

“Watch you spin around In your highest heels You are the best one Of the best ones.” -Dashboard Confessional, Stolen (Slow version.)

After the incident at his house, Y/n and Keanu had talked, not argued that time, but simply talked. He had been honest, telling her that it might only get worse from then on, and it had. Somehow, they had found her work and her apartment building and even if they weren’t shoving cameras in her face, the paparazzi were always lurking where she couldn’t see them. Pictures of her had started to make the rounds on the internet, along with speculations and of course, the occasional insult.

Who was the woman that had stolen Keanu’s heart?

Had he ever smiled like that with other women?

She’s spending a lot of time at his place, is she moving in soon?

How long had they been dating?

Why is she so young?

Where’d he even meet her?

The last one was one that Y/n couldn’t really get. Was it an insult? A compliment? It didn’t really sound like either. They had even managed to find out some of Y/n’s personal information, her name, her birthplace and where she went to school. Ah the woes of the internet!

Much to Y/n’s surprise though, there had also been the rare compliment and at some point through out the past week and a half, she had built up a small following; a tiny clique on social media that had already become obsessed with her. They fawned over the way she dressed, her make-up, how pleasant she seemed even if they’d never even met her and how much they admired that she had substance in her own right; she didn’t need Keanu’s fortune for stability, she was her own woman, not ‘arm candy waiting to cash in on his next paycheck’.

Above the insults, the compliments and the questions being hurled her way, Keanu had been the loudest voice, and the holder of the only other opinion that really mattered in that situation. After the tour bus had gotten as many shots as they could, he’d been sure to make ensure that she was okay before telling her that they really only had two options moving forward as a couple; come clean and tell the fans what they wanted to hear, or keep running around and stealing kisses in the shadows. Keanu had told her to take all the time she needed to think it over, and that he’d be fine with either, as long as they were still together, but a week and a half later, Y/n could see through the cracks of his cool persona. He wanted an answer.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t been debating it though, she really had. But with all the stress of Julie’s wedding, she found herself incapable of making a decision. Neither seemed to be the right one. On one hand, coming out as a couple meant that their lives would be on display, she’d never have the privacy she did before and there wasn’t a thing of her relationship that would just be there. But on the other, sneaking around was hard and there were only so many places in L.A that offered quiet calmness and good entertainment; by then being followed and going on regular dates seemed synonymous with each other.

Even as they had navigated LAX, readying themselves to board the plane to Las Vegas, cameras were aimed at their faces and invasive questions shot their way. Thankfully though, things seemed to cool down upon their arrival at the hotel where Julie and Eric’s wedding would take place; right at the poolside.

The three days since they had landed went by in a blur and between making last minute changes to the menu and compiling the final guest list, Y/n had barely found a minute to enjoy the beginnings of their trip with Keanu.

“You have your tux, right?” Y/n asked, checking through her bag again, making sure she had everything so she wouldn’t have to hurry back to their room in the midst of getting ready.

Keanu sauntered out of the adjoining bathroom, towel over his imitate areas riding low on his hips. Biting her lips, it took an insurmountable level of will power to even shift her gaze from his faintly defined ‘v’ line to his eyes. Keanu didn’t have one of those ‘gym bods’ that so many women fawned over, instead, he had the faintest definition at his chest and a soft stomach, but Y/n loved every part of it. He was real, and he was hers. Chuckling, Keanu approached her, his hair still wet from his shower, though his skin a bit toweled off, “See something you like?” He teased, grabbing her hips, his hands slipping under the hem of her pale yellow blouse.

“Maybe,” Y/n giggled, her hands skimming Keanu’s forearms and biceps, settling on his shoulders. Standing on the tips of her toes, she caught his lips in a deep kiss, yelping when his hands slid around her back to cup her ass, squeezing gently, “Don’t do that!” She protested, a wide grin still splitting her lips.

“Why not?” Keanu taunted, going to nibble on her lower lip, his words muffled by his lips on hers, “Seems like you’re enjoying it.”

Trying, though weakly, to push away, Y/n protested feebly, “I have to go get ready with Jules, that’s why. The wedding is in a few hours.”

“Wedding always start late,” Keanu counted, reeling her back in.

“Not this one,” Y/n objected. When she finally untangled from his embrace, very reluctantly so, it was hard to not give into Keanu’s playful pout, “We’ll have tonight, and the rest of this week.”

“Fine,” Keanu feigned annoyance; huffing as he looked away, folding his muscled arms across his broad chest, “As long as you promise.”

Sighing, Y/n rolled her eyes and biting back a soft smile, she closed the distance she had just put between them, placing her hands on his elbows, “I promise,” she emphasized, “Now, you never answered me about your tux.”

Leaning down to gently tap his forehead to Y/n’s, Keanu chortled quietly; that was probably the sixth time that she’d asked if he’d brought along a tux, and that was just since they’d gotten there. “It’s still right over there,” he pointed to the armoire where a black garment bag hung of one off the brass knobs.

“Right, right. Sorry,” Y/n shook her head, exhaling loudly, “I’ve just been...”

“Stressed?” Keanu lovingly pecked her forehead, “I know baby, it’s okay.”

“Yeah,” Y/n breathed, her grin faint, cuddling to Keanu’s chest so she could warp her arms around her middle, “Why are weddings so much work?”

Hugging her back, her fingers soothingly rubbing up and down her spine, Keanu bent his head so he could bury his nose in Y/n’s hair, “Because they’re special, and special things take work sometimes.”

“So wise,” Y/n hummed, only pulling away from their embrace when she felt her breathing even out and her heart slow; leave it to Keanu to be the eye of the hurricane, the sheltered harbor in the storm. “I should head upstairs.”

“Yeah,” Keanu kissed Y/n briefly after he’d walked her to the door, “I’ll see you later,” he waved, watching as she shrunk with distance, finally disappearing into the elevator.

Three hours later From the glass panes on the door separating the hotel’s downstairs dining hall from the gorgeous pool area, Y/n could see how the small team of hired decorators had gone all out. A white carpet peppered with colorful flower petals lined the pathway towards the alter, which had been set up before the pool; the man-made waterfall providing the perfect background. White chairs adorned with baby pink and rose gold chiffon drapes and flowers flanked the walkway and on the right sat Julie’s guests while on the left were Eric’s The setting sun casted a dark orange hue over the environs and the mood was perfected by short candles, set in mason jars floating carelessly in the pool.

The officiant stood behind a white, short pillar, hands slipped into his pockets as he awaited the start of the ceremony. Not too far off from the greying man, was Eric, dressed in a light brown tux, nervously rocking back and forth as he awaited his bride. Next to him stood his best man and, several feet to their left, the string quartet had set themselves up, adding a melodious backdrop for the buzzing chatter.

Y/n briefly glanced at Julie, who stood anxiously at her side, holding her bouquet in a death grip. She looked beautiful, her white tea length dress embellished with glittering rhinestones, a two-inch thick ribbon belt at her waist and capped lace, sleeves barely going over her shoulders. Julie and Y/n had spent hours the week before, searching for the perfect dress, though, when the clerk at the last boutique they had visited brought that one out, Julie had known from just the sight of it that she had found the one. The ivory silk and number looked like it was made for Y/n’s best friend. Her blonde hair had been pinned strategically with bejeweled accessories, her vintage netted veil falling over her face. Upon seeing her for the first time, Y/n had almost teared up; her closest friends, someone who had become family over the past twenty-five years, getting married, and she was right there at her side while it happened.

“You ready?” Y/n turned to Julie, who was buzzing with nervous energy.

Letting out a breath, Julie met Y/n’s eyes, her own wide and worried, “I don’t know,” blinking back unshed tears, she shook her head, “Y/n/n, what if this is a mistake, what if you’re right?”

Y/n furrowed her brows, fighting the urge to drag her red stained lips through her teeth. At first, Y/n had thought that Julie getting married so soon couldn’t be anything but a mistake, but then, it was clear that Y/n had only been projecting her own fears onto her friend’s relationship. And by the way Julie and Eric looked at each other, it was clear that above everything, they loved each other, just like she loved Keanu. Sighing, Y/n rubbed Julie’s shoulder affectionately, “It’s not, and I was wrong. Jules, you love him, and that man out there,” she pointed to Eric, “Loves you.”

Straightening her back and passing a hand over the skirt of her dress, Julie nodded firmly, “You know, I always thought you’d get married first,” at that Y/n just chuckled, rolling her eyes, and Julie continued, “But maybe yours will be the next wedding I go to.”

Y/n hadn’t ever though of her wedding being in the near future, but settling down was something she had always wanted. Maybe with Keanu, the thought, and its realization, wouldn’t be so far off. “Maybe,” was all she said in return.

At the nod of one the hotel’s staff that had been recruited for the wedding, the music changed from a serene instrumental piece to the Wedding March. A couple other staff members pulled the double doors open just as the gathered guests stood. It wasn’t a lot, just a few from either side, and Y/n could easily make out her own parents in the third row; Julie was like a second daughter to them, there was no way that they’d miss her wedding. Keanu sat, looking as dapper as ever, at the nearest end of the second row, one of Julie’s cousins next to him.

Slowly, and arm in arm, Y/n and Julie walked up the aisle, the sound of cameras shuttering and clicking adding to the music and the trickle of the water. In what felt like no time, Y/n was tearing up again as she pecked Julie on the cheek and briefly hugged her soon-to-be, sort of, brother in law. “I’m so happy for both of you,” she offered softly, before taking her place as not only the maid of honor, but also the only bridesmaid.

Julie handed over her bouquet and at some point, someone else gave her one of the rings to keep until they were ready for it. The lovely ceremony went off without a hitch and as the officiant recited a poem about love, Y/n searched the crowd, easily meeting Keanu’s eyes, smiling as his own grin widened. “I love you,” she mouthed just before Julie and Eric exchanged vows.

Putting his hand over his chest, he returned soundlessly, “I love you too.”

By the Julie and Eric had been pronounced man and wife, it was near night floor and before Y/n could reunite with Keanu, she’d stayed back with them to take pictures. The photo session had taken nearly hour and by the time she was finished, just in time to head back inside before the some one to announce the newly weds, she was all but falling into Keanu’s arms.

“Hi,” she sighed breathily, not hesitating before sinking into his arms, “It’s over, mostly,” she giggled.

Keanu chuckled, basking in their embrace as he pushed off the bar counter, “It is.” Even when they pulled away, Keanu’s hands lingered on Y/n’s arms, “I can’t believe I’m just now getting the chance to tell you how beautiful you look, a vison in pink,” he praised.

“Aww,” Y/n cooed, blushing, “Thank you,” for emphasis, she did a little curtsy; pulling on the skirt of her short dress. Since she had been the only bridesmaid, Julie had given her most of the power in choosing the dress, only asking that she stay within the color-scheme. Ultimately, Y/n had gone with a knee length pink, sleeveless, chiffon with a conservative ‘v’ shaped neckline and a crossed back, exposing some of the skin there, pairing her ensemble a pair of heeled sandals and a decorative bandeau. “You look quiet dashing yourself,” Y/n winked, “Who knew you’d be so fucking hot in a suit.”

Keanu laughed a little louder, his hand reaching for Y/n’s hip, pulling her in so he could plant a kiss on her lips, “You really know how to flatter a guy, don‘t you?”

“You make it easy,” Y/n hummed in returned, their sweet, short, kisses morphing into a full blown make-out session, “I love you,” she managed in the short time between kisses.

“I love you too,” Keanu barely returned before her lips were on his again. His arms snaked her waist and Y/n maintained a loose grip on the lapels of his jacket.

They were so lost in each other that neither of them noticed the older couple standing a couple feet away, until a man cleared his throat loudly. Springing apart, Keanu smoothed his hand over his jacket and Y/n put her fingers to her lips, turning around to see the culprits, eyes widening, “Mom, dad!” She smiled tightly.

Stiffly, she approached them, and they each pulled Y/n into quickly hugs as Keanu kept a safe distance, observing silently, “Honey!” Her mother grinned, though anyone one could see that there was a district curiosity in her eyes.

Though, Keanu would take curiosity over the dagger-glares from her father any day. The man who looked nothing short of very intimidating, offered a stare that suggested that he was ready to strangle who ever the man sucking his daughter’s face was. “Y/n,” he tried to smile affectionately, “You never told her you were seeing someone new.”

“Roger,” her mother swatted at his chest, “What your father means is that.....well, dear, we didn’t know you had a friend.”

“A boyfriend,” Roger gave Keanu a steely once over, “Or, in this case, a man-friend.”

Exhaling, Y/n laughed nervously, “I.....guess it slipped me,” or rather, she had conveniently avoided telling them in fear of their reaction. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of Keanu; she could never be, but Y/n was terrified that her parents would hate him, besides she hadn’t let any boyfriend meet them since collage. “Dad, mom,” she nodded to them, moving back a little to take Keanu’s hand, urging him forward even though he seemed nervous, “This is Keanu, my boyfriend. And Keanu, this is my mom Maryann and my dad Roger.”

“He’s an actor,” her father observed bluntly, narrowing his eyes in skepticism, “They don’t treat their women right.” Roger took Keanu’s offered hand, squeezing tight as he gave it a firm shake.

“Daddy!” Y/n gasped, moving closer to Keanu, slipping her hand around his back defensively, “Keanu is-”

“No, its okay Y/n,” Keanu glanced down at Y/n, his eyes communicating to her that it was okay and that he didn't need her to stand up for him. Clearing his throat Keanu nodded stiffly at Roger, politely retracting his hand, letting it fall to his side. Turning back to her parents, Keanu stood up a little straighter and plastered on the sweetest smile he had, “I know that people in my career don’t have the best rap, but I can promise you that I have the best of intentions for Y/n. She’s,” he glanced Y/n again, that time with love and adoration, “The most remarkable woman I’ve ever met, and I plan on treating her well.”

Roger raised his head higher, seeing to regard Keanu in a new light. Everyone seemed to hold their breaths for his next words and Y/n sighed in relief when he finally spoke again, slapping Keanu’s shoulder, “I was wondering if you’d have the balls to stand up to me, can’t have by little girl running around with a whimp.“

That time, both Y/n and her mother gasped loudly, looking to her father who just chuckled quietly. Realizing that Roger wasn’t going to say much more, having already gotten what he set out to find, Maryann spoke next, seemingly a bit taken a back, “So, how did you two meet?”

“At a party, Julie introduced us,” Y/n’s breath shuddered as she hung on for her mother’s go at testing Keanu, “We started dating a little while after.”

Nodding slowly, Y/n’s mother hummed, licking her lips, “Okay,” her brows knitted, “It’s just.....” Maryann’s smile faltered, “Y/n/n, can I just, steal you away for a second?”

Stuttering, Y/n frowned deeply. “Sure,” she nodded hesitantly, pecking Keanu’s cheek before following her mother to a quieter corner. When they were a distance away from Keanu and her father, Y/n spared them one last glance before turning back to her mother, “Mom, what’s up?”

Maryann worried on her words for a few seconds, “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way,” she reached for Y/n’s hand, “But are you sure a man like Keanu is what you want?”

Tilting her head, Y/n frowned, fighting the urge to suck in a nervous breath, “What do you mean?”

“It’s just....well...” What a heavy sigh, Maryann finally relented, “He’s so much older than you.”

Scoffing, Y/n shook her head, “Doesn’t matter how old he is; I love him,” she determined, squaring her shoulders, ready for that interaction to be over.

“Doesn't matter?” Her mother’s disdain evident, “Y/n, he’s at least twenty years older than you. Don’t you think it’ll matter when he’s ready for things that you aren’t?”

“Like what? Kids?” Y/n rolled her eyes; she hadn’t meant for her words to come across as harsh, but she wasn’t about to stand there and let her mother condemn her relationship. In fact, that was why Y/n hadn’t mentioned Keanu to her over their phone calls in the first place; she adored her mother, but really didn’t want her bad-mouthing her relationship with Keanu.

“What the hell does that mean?” Maryann’s teeth were gritted, signaling that Y/n had struck a nerve, “I just don’t want you to make the same mistakes I made!”

“So marrying dad was a mistake, huh? Or was it just having us?” Y/n ripped her hand away from her mother’s loose grip, folding her arms defensively across her chest. Around them, guests navigated the grand hall, their giddy laughter and excited chatter was a vast contrast to the conflict bubbling between Y/n and her mother.

Anger flared in Maryann’s eyes, “That is not what I meant!” She hissed loudly.

“But it’s what you meant every time you say you regret not living your life before you were forced to become a mother. Newsflash mom, I’m not like you, I want marriage and kids and everything you didn’t, and I want it with Keanu,” taking a deep breath, Y/n blinked back her tears, “You know what mom? I don’t need this right now, or at all, I love Keanu and if you’re not okay with that, I’m sorry. I’m sorry because he means a lot to me and there’s nothing you, or anyone can say that will change my mind, and I’m sorry that you can’t accept him because of something as menial as his age. But I’m not sorry for loving him.” Sniffling, Y/n swiped at her eyes, “I should go mingle.....or something,” shaking her head, Y/n turned on her heel, stalking off.

“I’m just trying to help you,” her mother stressed, hand on her temple as Y/n walked away

Nodding stiffly, Y/n was too far gone, at least for now, to continue that conversation with her mother, “I don’t need your help mom, I just wanted you to be happy for me.”

”Maybe you should slow down a bit,” Keanu mused, reaching for Y/n’s glass, which she tired to move out of his reach, “I love you baby, but nobody wants a drunk bridesmaid, especially when you’re the only bridesmaid.”

Y/n hadn’t told Keanu what she and her mother had talked about, instead, she had opted to drown her anger with alcohol and hope that the hangover the next day wouldn’t be that bad. Maybe getting drunk at her best friend's wedding wasn’t her best idea, but nearly a bottle and a half of champagne later, she was a bit past caring. “Not drunk,” Y/n frowned when Keanu moved the bottle out of her reach, “You need to loosen up babe, we’re at a wedding, not a funeral.”

Keanu furrowed his brows, wondering if Y/n could hear the first hints of slur in her voice. He knew something was bothering her, and he knew it had everything to do with what had happened between her and her mother. If only she’d tell him. “We don’t need to be drunk because we’re at a wedding,” Keanu reasoned.

“Don’t need to be sober either. Besides,” she sang, clumsily pulling off her bandeau and brushing her hair out of her face, “We need to have fun,” Leaning in to Keanu, who sat on the chair pulled close to Y/n’s, she brought her face close to his, “Don’t you want to have fun Keanu?” Y/n’s lips were an inch away from his and just when he though she was going to kiss him, Y/n reached out, trying to sneak the bottle out of his hold.

Thankfully, Keanu hadn’t had half as much as his girlfriend and was able to react quickly, raising his hand over his head, leaving Y/n stumbling into him. With his free arm, Keanu kept Y/n from falling over, “Maybe we should get you some fresh air.”

“You wanna go outside?” Her features brightened significantly, the alcohol tinting her cheeks rosy pink.

“Yeah,” Keanu chuckled at her childlike wonder, “Come on,” he helped her stand, leading her with a hand on her lower back, through the doors, out to where the ceremony was held earlier.

Outside, some of the candles still burned in the water while most of the chairs had been shifted around, no longer reflective of the earlier uniformed elegance. The air was cool, which was surprising, and with the door now closed, the music was muffled, though not inaudible. Shrugging off his jacket, Keanu helped Y/n into it, smiling at how the dark material swallowed her up.

Keanu led them over to a couple chairs near the pool, where some decorative plants would guard them from any prying eyes, “Do you wanna talk about it?” He broke their silence.

“Talk about what?” She feigned ignorance, not looing at him directly.

“What happened between you and your mother,” Keanu draped his arm around Y/n’s shoulders, keeping her tucked at his side, “You know that you can talk to me about anything,” he kissed her temple.

“I know,” Y/n hummed, her eyes glassy, her voice soft, “I don’t think there’s anything to talk about. She’s thinks that I’m making a mistake, I don’t,” she shook her shoulders.

“You don’t think you’re going to regret being with me one day?” Keanu angled his head to catch a glimpse of her face. He hadn’t thought about it before, but now that it was out there, he couldn’t help but worry that he wasn’t the best thing for her. What would happen in twenty years, the space between them would look so different when they were older, when the shine wore off and a loving relationship turned into....whatever it would? What about one day, when he wasn’t with her anymore? Could he bare to put her through it, could she stand the thought enough to stay with him?

For the first time since they sat, Y/n smiled, snorting a laugh, “No, of course not. I don’t care about what the future looks like, as long as you love me in it,” Y/n smiled wistfully, twisting and reaching out awkwardly to brush some strands out of Keanu’s “Are you gonna regret being with me?”

Smiling, Keanu tentatively squeezed her shoulders, “I could never.”

“Good,” Y/n’s grin widened, “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Standing abruptly, Y/n went over to a cleared spot in front of the pool, “We shouldn’t waste such a beautiful night dwelling on that.”

Leaning back into his chair, Keanu put one hand on his thigh, the other still hanging off of what was Y/n’s chair. She seemed so lost in her own little, drunken world. Spreading her arms out at her side, Y/n spun in a full circle, her dress flaring carelessly around her knees. Keanu regarded her with wonder and amazement, not fully understanding what good deed could have accounted for Y/n coming into his life. How had he managed to get so lucky, when just two months ago, he was alone.

But there he was, at a wedding, with possibly the love of his life. Happy, contented and excited for the future. She had come into his life, and changed it, faster than he could have ever imagined. She captivated him with her beauty, enthralled him with her sweet voice and captured his heart before Keanu could realize it. Y/n was a hundred times better than anyone woman he could dream up; she was his own personal piece of heaven, and if he could be fortunate enough to spend the rest of his life with her, then he couldn’t care less if he’d make it to the golden gates that everyone talked about.

Licking his lips, he continued staring as she came over to him, giggling, “Come on,” Y/n urged, reaching for his hands, trying to pull Keanu off the seat.

“Where do you want to go?” He chortled as she lead him to the other side of the pool, far out of sight.

Holding onto his shoulder, she undid her shoes, tossing them to the side. “Right here,” she chirped, and for a minute, Keanu was worried that she was going to get in, though, Y/n just sat on the edge of the pool, dipping her feet up to her ankles. “Sit,” she encouraged, patting the spot next to her.

Shaking his head, Keanu kicked off his shoes, took off his socks and rolled his pants up to his knees. From the minute he sat, Y/n put her head on his shoulder and he pulled her in at the waist, laying his cheek on her hair, “I love you,” Y/n said softly, “Like, a lot.”

“I love you too,” Keanu smiled, “Very, very much.”

Taking a deep breath, Y/n pulled away to meet his eyes, reaching over to lace her fingers with those of his free hand with his, “I want everything with you Ke. Everything.”

“I want that with you too Y/n,” he assured her, giving her hand a loving squeeze.

Smiling nervously, Y/n continued, finally making a decision that she had been pondering on for the past two weeks, “Good, because I think we should do it, because I don’t care if everyone knows, or hell, if no one knows. But I don’t see why we should make this harder than it has to be.”

Keanu stammered; he couldn’t believe his ears, “Are you sure? Maybe you shouldn’t make a decision like this after drinking so much.”

“I’m sure,” Y/n nodded, a light breeze rustling their hair, and she leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips, feeling his grip on her waist tighten, “I can’t see myself being with someone else; tomorrow or ever. Lets go public Keanu.”

Laughing breathlessly, Keanu pulled her in for a celebratory kiss, “Okay,” he agreed giddily when they broke, “Lets do it.”

******

Tagging- @harrisongslimited @soarocks @a-really-bi-girl @kindainlovewithkeanu @bophmometwolf666

#Keanu reeves #Keanu reeves x reader #Keanu reeves x you #Keanu reeves fanfic #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick #the one that stays #the one that chapter 12 #Keanu reeves fluff #fluff #angst

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elcorhamletlive · 5 years

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Fandom: MCU (post-Avengers) Ship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Tags: Fluff, Pining Tony Stark, Steve Rogers and the 21st Century summary: As Steve discovers the internet, he also discovers old memes.

As Tony and Bruce climb out of the lab, the sound that echoes in the room is so foreign that it takes Tony a moment to realize it’s a laugh, and one more moment to realize it’s Steve’s.

At the top of the staircase, Tony sees him on the couch, and yeah, he’s laughing. Not politely chuckling or awkwardly forcing a laugh, mind you, but actually, genuinely having a belly laugh, complete with a pink flush all over his face, his eyes turning into tiny blue streaks as he wipes them with back of his hand, catching his breath.

It’s—well. It’s a vision, to be blunt.

“Sounds like you’re having fun,” Bruce says, and that’s the understatement of the year, because Steve looks downright delighted. He struggles to catch his breath, still grinning helplessly as he looks away from his phone.

“Oh,” he says, as if he’s just realized their presence. His flush deepens, Tony notices. Steve’s has kind of an ugly flush, that shows up in red spots coming up from his neck as well, instead of sticking prettily to his cheeks. Tony sticks his hands in his pockets to control his itch to touch it. “Hi.”

“Hey, Cap.” Clint throws himself on the couch next to him and leans, trying to take a pick at his phone. It’s rude, but Tony can’t really blame him, because he’s one step away from offering actual money to find out what made Steve laugh like that. “What are you looking at?”

Steve controls his grin into a more schooled smile, but he still perks up , and in a moment Tony is right behind the couch, leaning forward to place his hands over the cushion. From behind Steve’s broad, sculpted-by-the-Gods back, he catches a glimpse of a Twitter feed.

“I was trying to learn how to use, hmm—Twitter, right?” He pronounces it correctly, which really shouldn’t make Tony want to kiss him in congratulations, but it absolutely does. “And I found this, this page…” His face twists in an effort not to laugh. “You’re not gonna believe it. Here, I’ll show you. You guys need to see this.” He holds up the phone a little higher for Tony and Bruce to see.

As he types – a little slower than most people would – a name into the search bar, Tony’s heart kind of breaks.

“It’s genius,” Steve says, as the account opens. “I was just looking at this one—”

“Wait,” Clint interrupts. “Are you serious?”

“What do you mean?” Steve asks, with a little frown between his eyebrows that Tony’s hand itches to smooth it out. “I know it seems silly, but it’s really funny.” He turns, and, at Clint’s gaze, grows more indignant. “The pictures are very good and the captions are really creative.”

“I know,” Clint says bluntly. “It’s Dog Rates, Cap. They have over eight million followers. It’s a huge account. Everyone knows it.”

Steve’s frown vanishes, but it’s replaced by something a lot worse: surprise, and then a clear, raw disappointment that he does his best to mask. His posture deflates, his hand going to the back of his neck, rubbing it.

“Oh,” he says, and he’s back to his usual man-out-of-time voice, probably feeling old and stupid, the excitement from before already a distant memory.

It’s legitimately like someone turned off the sun. So, really, nobody can blame Tony for saying, “I didn’t know it.”

Steve looks at him. “Really?”

“Really?” Clint asks, a thousand times more skeptical, and Tony gestures flippantly at him.

“Not all of us have free time to troll on Twitter, Barton,” he says. Then he turns to Steve, who’s watching him with wide blue eyes that almost make him forget how to form words. “So? What’s all the fuss about?”

“Oh, yeah,” Steve says, a hesitant smile already blooming on his face. He turns further to show his phone exclusively to Tony, signaling for him to lean further so their heads are closer, which isn’t a configuration Tony minds, at all. “See, it’s very simple – they post a picture, and give it a rate. At first, I thought it seemed a little harsh, because, really, which dog should ever get a low rate, right? But, see—all their rates start out at ten.”

He proceeds to show some of his favorite posts. Tony’s seen them all, either from following the account or from random dog memes Rhodey sends him sometimes, but he plays along, ooooh- ing and awwwww -ing at the right moments, and in no time Steve is grinning again, glad to be explaining something to someone else for a change, feeling in the loop.

Some people could say what Tony’s doing is lying, but he disagrees, because he isn’t faking it at all when he grins back.

After Steve finds out Dog Rates, it doesn’t take him long to find Thoughts of Dog, which he finds even more delightful. He shows it to Tony during breakfast, sitting next to him on the counter as they go through the tweets together.

“This is amazing,” Steve says. He’s at that stage where it seems like his cheeks hurt from smiling. Tony thinks he should look like this more often. Maybe all the time. “When they explained it at SHIELD, I thought the internet was more of a tool, like a huge encyclopedia. And obviously, it is, but it didn’t occur to me it could be…”

“Fun?” Tony asks.

Steve looks at him and smiles. Tony is quite fond of that sequence of events.

“Yeah,” he says. When he smiles like that, a dimple shows up in his cheek.

Tony isn’t even a dog person, but it couldn’t matter less.

Steve eventually expands his knowledge of animal memes and pages to include cats, which means Tony starts receiving lots of videos that were, at one point, considered the pinnacle of internet humor, with cats playing piano and sliding over wood floors.

Steve finds out about Grumpy Cat a few hours before he learns she’s dead. In between, he texts Tony a bunch of pictures of her with a message reading “this is how you look at morning team meetings”.

Tony honest-to-God giggles, because, really, he’s a lost cause.

A few moments afterwards, he receives a lengthy message of Steve saying he just found the cat in the picture had died, but she had apparently lived a long and happy life and so he hoped Tony wouldn’t be sad by finding this out.

Since Tony doesn’t immediately answer (because there’s a marching band leading what is apparently an eternal fourth of July parade in his chest), Steve then apologizes for sending the memes in the first place, and, look—if nobody sees Tony sighing, nobody can prove anything, regardless of what the dopey smile on his face might suggest.

On a remarkable occasion, Steve sends in a “important Avenger news – waiting for your thoughts, Iron Man” e-mail, and, when Tony opens it, he’s rick-rolled in front of his entire office.

“This is the cringiest shit I’ve ever seen,” Clint, who’s there to get suit upgrades, says.

“Shut up,” Tony says.

“SHIELD has informed him we think it’s best if he doesn’t have a Twitter account,” Natasha, who’s there to have lunch with Pepper, says, and even through her supreme spy training Tony can tell she has to try hard to keep an even expression. “For his… reputation.”

“Oh, shut up,” Tony repeats. “It would only make him more popular, and you know it.”

Natasha shrugs with a knowing smile. “To some people, maybe.”

Tony looks away, his face heating.

Eventually, Steve confronts him about it.

They’re on the couch, right after what wasn’t exactly a date, but also wasn’t definitely not a date either—Steve had said he was hungry, and Tony had asked if he wanted to get dinner, but then Steve said “sure, there’s pasta in the fridge”, and they had ended up eating in the living room, plates full of large portions of heated up pasta from lunch (which, against all odds, tasted really good).

Now they’re on the same couch, bodies lax and full of carbs, and sitting pretty close to each other already, although Tony does take advantage of any opportunity to slip a little closer. They’re watching as Steve scrolls through a series of images on his phone, all historical pictures or paintings with a photoshopped, photobombing squirrel.

Tony chuckles, because he barely remembers this one, and because Steve seems happy and relaxed and this makes it easier for him to laugh.

“How come you don’t know any of these things?” Steve asks with a raised eyebrow. “You work with tech.”

“Machines don’t make memes,” Tony says. Then, after a second, he adds: “At least not good ones.”

“Your profile is one of the most followed of all time on Twitter and Instagram,” Steve counters.

“Wow, okay—cyber-stalking much?” Tony replies, which makes Steve’s cheeks grow a little pink, but he doesn’t seem too embarrassed, just a little shy as he opens a small smile. Tony takes the opportunity to nest a little closer.

“I was just looking,” Steve says, his eyes landing on the point of contact between his and Tony’s shoulders. They’re so close now they’re basically leaning against each other, and Tony is about to retreat and mumble an excuse to leave and save himself the embarrassment, when Steve adds: “It’s nice. That—that you don’t mind me sharing things.” Then, to Tony’s bafflement, he comes closer and leans his head on Tony’s shoulder. “There’s so much to catch up on. Sometimes it’s nice to—to feel like I’m in the loop for a change.”

There’s a knot in Tony’s throat, and yet his body is reeling, completely taken by the warmth of Steve’s frame cuddled up against him.

There must be something in Steve’s eyes, too – something more than what his words say, something brighter and warmer that’s almost blinding as he stares at Tony, something that makes Tony confident enough to lean forward and press a kiss on the top of Steve’s head.

“No problem,” he muffles against Steve’s hair.

Steve hums pleasantly and then asks Tony if he’s seen the world’s fastest skateboarding bulldog yet.

Of course, Tony hasn’t.

#stony #stevetony #superhusbands #stony fic #happy steve bingo #reblogs are love

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chwrpg · 3 years

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What's happenin', hot stuff? -- Duk Barnes

A NOTE FROM ADMIN R: Can I just say, you knocked this completely out of the park, Kayla !!! I am so, so, so, so ready to see what you’ll be doing with Duk given the groundwork you put down in this application. Not just that, but Duk was simply missed on this dash. I love, love, love him and thank you for taking him up once more.

OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE:

Your fave Kayla, she/her, 26, EST

DESIRED CHARACTER:

Donald “Duk” Barnes

HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE?

Okay so like I am always trying to be better for you guys, so let’s be optimistic and say 6 out of 10.

SECONDARY CHOICE:

N/A

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER:

One of the things I’ve always loved about Duk is his kind heart. Like, underneath that very attractive exterior, there’s really a heart of gold. When I have written him before, I’ve always enjoyed how much he loves his family. It’s something I connect to and part of what draws me to him. He especially loves and is close to his sister, Sage. He never has seen her as weird, she’s just Sage. His relationship with his two younger siblings is different, of course, but I know he loves them and would do anything for them. It’s the same principle that I see in him with his friends. He’s very much ride or die, as the kids say. He’s also respectful and so funny. I love him so much and I’m forever grateful to be part of giving more depth to a character that was originally just a stereotype.

SAMPLE WRITING:

Adjusting his AirPod in his ear, Duk Barnes reached for his phone, hitting play on his coming to America playlist he had curated specifically for this moment when the pilot announced they had reached America and would reach their destination shortly.

In a second, he heard the familiar strains of his first track begin just before: “I hopped off the plane at LAX / With a dream and my cardigan / Welcome to the land of fame excess / Whoa, am I gonna fit in?”

It was a surprisingly apt song for having been released over ten years ago in what felt like an entirely different world. He could remember Sage playing this song over and over until he broke her CD in a moment of anger. He smiled to himself, thinking about how she’d laugh about how he was willingly listening to it now.

It had been over two months since he’d seen her in person. Or anyone in his big, loud, crazy American family. He’d talked to them through instant messaging, Skype, FaceTime. But that was it. For he had done something crazy on his own.

He’d gone to Singapore. To meet his biological family for the first time.

The thing was when Duk had turned 18, his mom had sat him down and presented him with a rather thick packet tucked inside a time-worn Manila envelope.

“This,” She had said with a shaky breath “Is everything I have about your biological family. You’re an adult now and your dad and I think that it’s time for you to have it.”

At the time, he didn’t know what to say. He’d taken the big envelope without a word, just nodding.

“You don’t have to do anything with the information if you don’t want to, of course.” His mom said rather quickly, having taken his surprised silence for disinterest. “But it’s yours. You used to always want to know more about your… your roots. At the time, I didn’t think it was right for me to share. But in there,” She nodded then to the packet where Duk was touching the golden brad holding the envelope shut. “In there, I think you’ll find the answers.”

In truth, he hadn’t opened it until a year later, He’d found it stashed in a neglected high school science textbook he had forgotten to return while preparing his things to return to college. Sitting at his desk, he finally pried it open. And his mom had been right, the answers to each question he could have wanted to ask were there.

There was also a letter. In a perfect script, on a fine soft-feeling stationery, written in English. It was from his mother’s mother. She wrote about her disappointment that Duk was given up for adoption, how she wished to raise him herself in Singapore, and gave some background about their family, how they were proudly Chinese and Malaysian and had such history that could be traced back over centuries. She wrote about how his mother had come to Chicago to study and fell in love with a white man. They’d broken up before Duk was even born and it was clear that the man didn’t want to be involved in raising the child. But his mother gave him up because she wanted to focus on her career and how the whole family had prayed that this baby would find a good home and a good family to love him as much as they all did.

However, most importantly, it said that Duk was, no matter what, part of the family and welcome to come to Singapore and meet them.

Using some of the names mentioned in the letter, Duk cautiously typed them into Google. The results were mostly in Mandarin, which he knew very little of, so he used the translate function to see what could be made of the articles. It looked like his maternal grandfather was something of a mogul. He had created a hotel and resort empire that spanned not only Singapore, but other countries in Asia and, apparently, a few in development in Europe. It felt unreal, and sat heavy in his chest. So much so that he had abruptly shut his laptop so hard he thought he would break it.

But it all had stirred up something in Duk. A yearning for something he couldn’t quite name. So, he took up learning Mandarin. He wanted to be able to communicate with his newfound biological family, on the off-chance that maybe some of them wouldn’t speak English. First with Duolingo, then borrowing Rosetta Stone from the local library. He wasn’t fluent, might not ever be so, but as he kept working on it, he realized he took to it almost naturally. The words felt right in his mouth. He saved money in a Tupperware container that he hid in the back of his sock drawer. He had given the adoption agency his information in the hopes that he would hear from his family and the first person to email him was his maternal grandmother. She was who he practiced writing Mandarin to, then, slowly, spoke to on Facetime. She was an adorable lady, with a big smile that reminded Duk of his own and the same shared love of the chaos and beauty of life. She encouraged him to come to Singapore and offered to help financially, but he told her it was okay. He could do it. He’d get there, he’d just need a place to stay.

“Well,” she said, a determined but amused look on her face. “That much I can do.”

Singapore was… beyond words. He would never be able to put words to the beauty of the country of his biological family and the feeling that settled in his chest when he stepped off the plane for the first time. It took his breath away, looking out across the tarmac, toward the trees and then the city skyline just beyond. It looked like something out of a movie about the future. If he didn’t know better, he would have been anticipating to see flying cars in the sky. It was amazing - and insanely scary - to meet the family, some of whom were eagerly awaiting him as he walked out of customs. It was kind of freaky, too, to notice how he could see himself, for the first time in real life, in other people. Grandma had given him the biggest hug and kissed both his cheeks. He wouldn’t remember all their names and how they were connected to him at first, his head felt full with information and tired from long hours whiled away in the air. He was, however, mildly surprised to discover that his family all seemed to speak English better than he could and playfully teased him with smiles on their faces about his choppy Mandarin.

Looking at his phone now, he flipped past photos of himself with cousins and various friends of the family, past the TikToks and other videos he had made of his travels (he had been surprised when his video of himself dancing in various airports on his way to Singapore to Billy Idol’s “Dancing with Myself” had begun raking in the likes). It made him smile and he knew already he couldn’t wait to go back. Grandma had begun hinting, toward the end of his time there, that he could try for dual citizenship and had outright offered him a job with the family company, even though Duk wasn’t sure if his uncle - the current CEO of the business - was certain of him. He stops on a video of himself doing one of the many TikTok dances with his cousins outside of a nightclub. They’d been the ones to show him the country’s nightlife, showed him what was what and brought him up to speed on the culture. They’d even managed to get him onto Weibo, the Chinese social media site, and looped him into their WhatsApp groupchat.

They had encouraged him, too, to meet his mother. Which was… easier said than done, it would turn out. He didn’t meet her until his last few days in Singapore. They’d texted a little before that, mostly just to set up a time and place. And when he had seen her, sitting by the window at the tea shop, it was like looking in a mirror. They had the same eyes, same mouth. And she had smiled at him like he was an old friend. Their meeting had been a little awkward, with pockets of nervous silence on both sides. But when they said goodbye, they hugged and Duk held his composure until he was back in his room, where he broke down into tears. Not sad tears, but tears of relief, of joy. It was all so much more than anything he could have expected.

The plane makes its final descent into O’Hare and Duk closes his eyes, uncomfortable still with the way the plane downshifts toward the ground, even though he knows it’s safe. He gets his things together once the plane settles on the tarmac, steering toward the gate. Turns off his AirPods, checks his phone for messages. He smiles at the notifications already popping up on his screen; friend requests on Facebook, new followers on Instagram, new likes on TikTok. Most are family, but he doesn’t recognize several of the new likes on TikTok or followers on Instagram. There’s also a text from his sister that just came through: Why is there a video of you dancing on TikTok?????

He shrugs it off, blowing up on social media doesn’t mean much since he’s still on cloud nine about his trip and eager to just get the hell off this plane already. He’s tired, almost running on fumes, but he still has a bounce in his step that always seems to be with him.

Then, once he makes his way through disembarking and through hectic customs, there’s the Barneses. Crowded right up to the metal barrier. They’re there to greet him, his mom waving her hands in the air as if he can’t see her in the crowd. His father is saying something to Michael, who is hoisting a big sign up into the air. Sara is picking at Mike, as usual and Sage is just looking around as though she would almost rather be anywhere else. But their eyes meet and she smiles. And he knows she is glad to see him, too. Duk tilts his head to one side, studying the simplified Hanzi type lettering on Michael’s sign. “You do know that the sign says ‘fried rice here’ right?” He asks the group. He didn’t expect this to be his first words to his family upon his prodigal return, but then again, normal to the Barnes family is always entirely subjective. Immediately, his mom shot a look at Mike, who is covering his face to hold back a burst of roaring laughter. “Michael!” She hisses and the boy finally lets loose peals of laughter. Sarah punches his shoulder and he grimaces as Sage rolls her eyes, turning her attention to her phone instead. It was the best welcome home he could have ever received.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nothing! I love you all!!

#accepted #submission

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billyhargrovesbabe · 5 years

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you should see me in a crown | pt. 1

The first part of the series is here, and I’m honestly super excited! I’ve had a lot of fun planning and writing. I’m hoping to update pretty regularly, and I’d love to hear what you guys think. It’s gonna be a slow burn and a longer series. I have about fifteen chapters planned so far, but it might wind up being longer than that depending on how it goes. The first few chapters are written and ready for proofreading, so it shouldn’t be too long a wait. Feel free to comment or message your thoughts or if you want to be added to the tag list!

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of a bad past relationship, but I don’t think much else aside from that

Words: 2,664

intro | pt. 1

The first time Billy Hargrove approached you was practically straight out of a scene from a movie. If there had been a camera on you on that fateful October day, it would’ve been teen heartthrob gold.

The bell for lunch had just rung, and your classmates stampeded through the school in true high school fashion. The wafting smell of Friday pizza from the cafeteria down the hall wasn’t exactly mouth-watering, but it was enough to encourage you to get to your own slice as quickly as possible. You knew your girls would have your slice already waiting for you, used to their captain’s pre-lunch ritual. You were eagerly throwing your textbooks into your locker when it hit you.

The smell of cigarettes, hairspray, and men’s aftershave invaded the pleasant smell of lunch, assaulting your senses. The only thought that crossed your mind: here we go again.

You were no stranger to boys (because really, that’s what all these high-schoolers were despite their obvious thoughts otherwise) trying to approach you. Sometimes they were sweet and shy, sometimes they were blunt and upfront, and sometimes they were just obnoxious and crass. Hell, sometimes they were some bizarre combination of the three. Regardless of their approach, they were always met with the same result: denial served with a side of pitying kindness. It wasn’t that they were all pigs or anything. Sometimes guys you genuinely cared about and appreciated were the ones who approached (and they were always the hardest to turn down). You were just tired of the same old drama. Between the girls on your squad who ran to you for everything (like their pseudo mother hen) and your own... experience during your freshman year, you had suffered through more than your fair share of painfully awkward relationship drama. Besides, you had more to worry about. You had a squad to lead, a school to run, and a college resume to build. The times you were approached tended to be few and far between, so it wasn’t a frequent occurrence anyways.

Guys, in general, seemed to be intimidated by you. You’d think a girl who was smart, funny, kind, feisty, and a student leader would be dream girlfriend material, right? Apparently, that only worked for the heroines in teen romcoms. Once upon a time, it used to frustrate you: now, you welcomed the reprieve. Steve was the only one who could really hold his own, and you two had never been more than friends. All the others were too terrified. Those who weren’t scared off by your reputation and dating history usually backed off when they had to talk to you around your squad. You typically had at least one or two of your girls back you up. Besides, it wasn’t like you had a bunch of spare time to waste on guys. This was the only time of the day you could really be found alone. You enjoyed the quiet solace of stopping by your locker during lunch, especially on Fridays when all the other students in Hawkins rushed to get a slice of the weekly pizza. The hallways were typically bare, and people had learned not to mess with you during your locker breaks. Between cheer practice after school, the many social needs of your squad and demands of being captain, and your rigorous course load (because you were getting into college and as far away from Hawkins as possible), you rarely had time to yourself. And you loved it. You really did. But these precious five minutes at your locker during lunch was the only time you were really able to breathe. They were sacred, and everyone knew that.

So who the fuck was stupid enough to interrupt that?

With a dramatic sigh, you stretched your cheeks into what you hoped was some semblance of a smile (even if it was a painfully fake one). You could sense them, whoever they were, on the other side of your locker door. And they didn’t seem to be budging any time soon. You tried to stall for time, mentally counting down the seconds of freedom you had left.

Ten... You grabbed your calculus book and practically chucked it in your locker.

Nine... You shoved your composition book into your backpack.

Eight... You tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

Seven... You prayed this jackass would take the hint.

Six... No such luck.

Five... You searched both your locker and backpack in vain hope of finding anything else to stall.

Four... You figured you’d have maybe a minute of having to endure some painfully awkward conversation as you secured the lock, zipped your bag, and booked it the fuck out of there.

Three... You mentally double-checked that your fake smile was in place.

Two... You sent up one last Hail Mary they’d take the hint.

One... You took a calming breath.

And your time was up.

You had a sneaking suspicion whoever this was had planned it all out.

The hallways were practically empty, with just one or two stragglers making a futile dash for the cafeteria in the hopes there would be some pizza left. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met a pair of beautiful, crystal blue irises. Your fake smile dropped for just a moment as you took in sunshine curls, honeyed skin, plush lips, and slightly freckled cheeks. Your eyes traced over the almost gentle features of his face. His sharp cheekbones, lovely nose, and square jaw were practically begging you to cup his face in your hand. And his body... Damn. Nothing delicate there. You knew your fair share of jocks and hunky boys. But none of them compared to this. He wore a faded jean jacket, and he filled out every inch of it. It was clear he was buff, but you’d bet he was cut too. This blond in front of you was... Well, he was beautiful. You had never met a man (because fuck, but that’s what he was) who left you so thoroughly speechless. And then he had to go and ruin it by opening his mouth.

“Like what ya see, sweetheart? Cause I certainly do.” The lazy drawl matched his lax stance as he leaned against the lockers. He was posing for you, you quickly realized. This was a guy who knew exactly what he was working with, and he wasn’t afraid to shamelessly use it. A chill ran down your spine.

Oh, he had definitely planned it.

Too bad he hadn’t planned for you.

You had more than your fair share of experiences with a guy like that. It wasn’t something you were looking to repeat anytime soon. The smile slid back across your face, a mask you had perfected and an armor you had worked all the chinks out of long ago. You watched, almost bemused, as a flicker of annoyance slid across his face. He knows, a voice whispered in the back of your mind. He knows you’re putting walls up. He can see it.

“Just getting to know a face I’ve never seen before.” Most guys would take the perky tone and sweet grin for the superficial flirting it appeared to be. The diversion you intended for it to come across as. You had a feeling this guy was smarter than that. You upped the bubbly factor, wanting to see how it would affect him (and a small part of you hoped it would annoy him). “You must be new to Hawkins. Welcome!” You had to stifle a giggle as he visibly bristled.

“Not that new,” he mumbled as he released the smooth facade for just a moment. He was clearly upset by the idea you hadn’t heard of him yet (which, of course, was not the case. Everyone and their mother had about the hot new guy with a killer car, but he didn’t need to know that). He managed to recover relatively quickly though. His eyes widened a fraction before that smirk snapped back into place. “Been here nearly four days, sweetheart. And in those four days, I’ve heard you’re the girl who runs the show around here.”

“And what makes you think that?” You figured playing innocent was the best way to go here. As helpful as your girls were in getting the gossip, it never hurt to have a little more info. No matter how high up the ladder you climbed, it was nearly impossible to get a real grip on the rumor mill here at Hawkins. Secrets and lies just tended to have a way of getting out, so no one ever quite knew what the truth was. Sometimes, you even second-guessed what you knew about yourself.

“Well, you’re the only cute (h/c)-haired, mini-skirted spitfire I’ve met so far. And I’ve made it a point to look out for the... feistier girls. Y/n, right?” Interesting. So he was going to keep his cards as close to his chest as you were. The suggestive smirk he sent you and the emphasis on the word feisty weren’t lost on you. You could hazard a guess as to what he really meant. So, the new kid had done his research. This should be fun.

“I’m so embarrassed. Here you are, knowing all about me, and I don’t even know who you are. What’s your name?” Of course, you knew exactly what his name was before he even said it.

“Some girls might call me the man-they’ve-been-waiting-for, but you can call me Billy.” The smile on his face would dazzle any crowd, leave any competition judge putty in his hands, and make the girls on your squad melt at his feet. It was clear this guy trying to work you over. But that was why you were the captain: you weren’t so quick to fall.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Billy. Hope your first week went well.” And with that abrupt dismissal, you were off. In your years of evading hormonal and horny teenage boys, you had perfected the well-timed retreat. Flirt with them and talk just enough to let them think they’d hooked you, then cut it off quick. You had subtly worked the zipper on your backpack closed during the conversation, so all that was left was to fasten the lock and run. You were only a few steps away before Billy recovered. Impressive. Usually, you could get halfway down the hall as they were left reeling from your attention.

“Y’know, my first week has been fine,” he drawled again as he easily fell into step with you. A slight stab of annoyance tore through your chest. You checked your fake smile. “But it’d be even better if you agreed to show me around this weekend. Since I’m new here and all.” You pretended to consider it. You waited just long enough to make it seem like you weren’t going to turn him down before the words had even left his mouth. You were all about giving new kids a chance, but not when they had interrupted your precious alone time and stood between you and your pizza.

“Sorry, but the squad has practice tomorrow. And then the girls and I have team bonding on Sunday, so I’m all booked for the weekend.” You simpered, throwing a flutter or two of your lashes and a mock pout his way for good measure. You thought you had won that little confrontation until you saw a determined gleam in his eyes.

“I take it you aren’t going to Tina’s Halloween party tomorrow night, then?” Damn. The new boy was already connected enough to cinch an invite to a party? It usually took new kids weeks before they broke into the social scene enough to even hear gossip about the last party. Hawkins might’ve been small, but it was a pretty tight-lipped town when it came to outsiders. This guy must’ve known exactly what he was doing if he had already gotten that far in. And, worst of all, he had you trapped.

After all, you couldn’t exactly lie and say you weren’t going. By now, the two of you were close enough to the cafeteria that there were people around. If you lied, said you weren’t going, and then showed up anyway, it would make you look fake. Two-faced. Bitchy. And you had worked so hard to get your reputation to where it was after the disaster that was your first two years in high school. You were depending on your friendly and kind reputation to get you a student body position next year that would look killer on a college application. You couldn’t run the risk of ruining it because of some gossip about being a bitch to the new kid, who hadn’t even been in town for a week. Besides, that familiar tingling of a guilty conscience seemed to whisper. You barely know the guy. At least give him a chance.

“Silly me,” you forced yourself to giggle for fear of biting the words out instead. You didn’t want to judge him preemptively, but there was something about him that set alarm bells off. “I must’ve forgotten. I can’t believe it’s Halloween already.”

“Honest mistake. I tend to have an effect on girls that leaves them forgetting a lot of things...” He moved to step closer into you, and that was when it hit you. You knew exactly who Billy reminded you of. Eric. Your douchebag of an ex-boyfriend who had left you scarred against relationships. As the blond in front of you leaned over you, you were struck with the flash of an image of green eyes instead of blue. You refused to give ground and carefully tried to breathe. You tried to remind yourself this wasn’t him. Hell, Billy probably didn’t even know the guy existed. He didn’t know what he was doing. He shouldn’t be written off because he reminded you of a monster. But it did send a worrying thought through your mind. You hoped you were wrong, but there was a nagging sense that you couldn’t be too careful. You needed to get away from him, now.

You sent him another falsely sweet smile and quickly scanned the cafeteria over his shoulder. Your eyes desperately searched as you forced yourself to back up a step, feigning butterflies when you were really just trying to buy yourself time. It was Pizza Friday, so he had to be somewhere nearby. He loved Pizza Friday. Nancy told you how he always ditched after class to make sure he got some. Surely he hadn’t wolfed it down that quickly... There. Your eyes landed on the luscious head of hair you had been searching for, and you practically leaped at your chance to escape. You let your eyes flit back to Billy, trying to send him a flirty smile whilst internally panicking.

“Sadly for you, I don’t forget things easily.” You let the words hang in the air, unsure if you meant them as a threat or a promise. If only he knew how true they were. “Guess you just got lucky this time.”

“Oh sweetheart, luck had nothing to do with it.” He stepped in closer again. Your heart had practically crawled up into your throat. You snapped your eyes back to Steve, praying either he or Nancy would somehow sense your distress.

“Y/n!” Steve called, waving you over after catching your eye. Finally, it seemed like someone was up there listening.

“Well, looks like we’ll have to see if lightning strikes twice. Catch you later.” You sidestepped the blond’s advance and, without giving him a chance to respond, made a bee-line for the couple’s table. You had to warn him. You couldn’t be sure, but you had a feeling you knew what the research, the quick invasion of the social scene, and his singling you out immediately meant.

Billy Hargrove was gunning to be king.

And he wouldn’t be the first guy to try and use you to get there.

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winmance · 5 years

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Big brother knows best

Dean parked the car in front of the motel, opening the door with one hand while grabbing the beer next to him with the other. He hopes it's enough to get him drunk to the point where he can’t remember who he is or where he is. Maybe then he'll watch the porn he bought a few towns away, or maybe simply channel surf until he finds something decent on tv to watch. He’s not sure yet, but either way, tonight’s gonna be a, boring night.

Reaching back inside the car, Dean picks up a small grocery bag and stares at it for a moment. Shaking his head, he slams the car door a little too hard and heads inside.

“Heya Sammy” He says, throwing the grocery bag on Sam’s bed “Got you something for tonight”

He turns toward the fridge, trying to hide the smirk on his face. To be fair, he did buy the contents of the bag for Sam, but he knows for a fact that his brother’s gonna be embarrassed as fuck and well, he’s only human after all.

But when he takes a look at Sam, his smile dies. Instead of a dark blush on Sam’s cheeks and an embarrassed look on his pretty face, Sam’s expression is as closed as ever, no emotion.

“You ok?” Dean frowns, ready for the worst. There are only a few things that would make Sam this sad and angry.

One is if he got a bad grade, which Dean knows didn’t happen because otherwise, he would already have heard about it.

Another is if their dad had called and told them that they were leaving. But that doesn’t make any sense either because Dad said he wouldn’t be back for at least another two weeks.

And finally, if someone had been mean to him.

“Did someone hurt you?”

“No” Sam says, without lifting his head from his book

“What’s up with the bitch face then? You don’t like my gift?”

“I won’t need it. You can take it back”

“Well, I rather you take it” He says, dropping on his own bed next to Sam, “I know what happens on Valentine day”

“Nothing will happen”

“Yeah, of course. I’m sure your boyfriend, who can’t seem to be able to put his hands away from your ass more than a few seconds, doesn’t have anything remotely sexual planned tonight” He laughs, ignoring the way his stomach flipped. “Take the lube and condoms, already. You might need them”

“I won’t”

“Well, your boyfriend-“

“I don’t have one anymore” Sam snaps, his voice breaking at the end of his sentence

Dean’s heart missed a beat, and he pushed himself up right away, moving toward Sam.

“What happened?”

“Josh dumped me” Sam whispers, still not meeting Dean’s eyes

“When?”

“During lunch. He said he realized that we weren’t mean to be, whatever the fuck it means”

“That little fucker” Dean says, clenching his jaw.

He can’t think of one single reason of why someone would dump Sam, much less on Valentine’s day. Couldn’t he have done it before? So Sam wouldn’t spend the rest of his life thinking of it as the day his heart got broken?

Or he could've done it after. So they could spend one good day together before ending things? No, Dean pushed that idea from his mind quickly. If he'd have done it after, they might have had sex and then it would have forever been the day Sam lost his virginity only to have the bastard who took it, break his heart the next day.

“Yeah” Sam simply answers quietly

Dean's mood softens as he sees Sam’s face. He looks so small, so young, the fifteen year old teenager completely disappearing. He looks the way he did when Dad left them at Bobby’s house one day before his fifth birthday, even though he promised Sam he would be there to celebrate it with him. Dean can remember all too well the vivid pain he felt, seeing his brother so hurt.

He got up from his bed and sat next to Sam, pulling him into his arms.

Sam breaks down. Hot tears running down his face, he clung to Dean as if he were holding on to life itself.

“I’m here Sammy, it’s gonna be alright” Dean whispered, rocking him slowly.

“What is wrong with me, Dean?” Sam sobs, “What do I keep doing wrong?”

“Nothing, Sam, nothing. You’re not doing anything wrong, you’re perfect”

“No, I’m not! No one wants to stay with me. Not Josh, not dad, not even you. I keep- I keep pushing everyone away, and I don’t know- I don’t know why. Why am I like that? What's wrong with me?” His voice breaks as he whispers again, even lower this time, “What's wrong with me?”

Dean doesn’t answer, knowing too well that whatever he'd say right now would go over Sam’s head. He doesn’t trust his voice to speak out loud anyway. How can Sam think that? How can Sam think that something is wrong with him, when he’s nothing but perfect. From his weird little toes to the one white hair that keeps growing on his head. What did Dean do so wrong that Sam thinks he doesn’t want to stay with him?

He holds Sam until he falls asleep, too tired from crying to keep his eyes open.

There goes his boring night.

Sam opens his eyes slowly, his mind a little dizzy as he tries to remember what happened earlier. He remembers falling asleep against Dean, so he starts looking for him right away.

The room is completely empty, not that Sam is surprised. Why would Dean stay? It’s Valentine’s day, and even his own boyfriend didn’t want to be with him, why would Dean want to?

If he’s being honest, he doesn’t give two fucks about Josh. Sure, Josh was cool, he was a pretty good kisser, and Sam won’t deny that there was a physical attraction. But he couldn’t talk to Josh, he couldn’t tell him about monsters, about his dad, and Josh didn’t really get any of his jokes, he didn’t understand him without him having to say anything. Josh wasn’t Dean.

But he still doesn’t understand why Josh left him. He didn’t do anything wrong, not that he can think of. He wasn’t always begging for attention, even through he was dying for it, and he let Josh do whatever he wanted. He wasn’t a little prude, and they both experimented a little together – as much as they could with clothes on. They never fought, not once, and Sam was pretty sure everything was doing fine.

Of course it wasn’t. Because nothing ever goes fine with Sam, every last bit of happiness he experiences, goes away before he can ever start to embrace it.

He pushed himself out of the bed and walked toward the bathroom, dragging his body. Is this how it will always be? Him completely alone in a dark room, abandoned by every single person he ever loved? That’s not the life he wants. Not even close.

He hears the sound of keys in the door, followed by foot steps that he recognizes as Dean’s right away.

“Dean?” He frowns, sticking his head out of the bathroom, “What are you doing here?”

“Yeah, I, uh” Dean stutters, scratching his head with embarrassment, much to Sam surprise, “I thought maybe you could come with me”

“I can’t go to bar, I’m fifteen, remember?”

“I know that dickhead, I didn’t say anything about a bar!” Dean sighs in frustration, “Can you please come with me?”

“Where?”

“Just come!”

Sam rolls his eyes, ignoring his brother's frustration. He knows better than to argue, he can tell the difference between frustrated Dean and angry Dean.

He’s about to come out of the room when Dean’s throws a red sweatshirt at him, almost making him bang his head.

“Sorry” Dean says with a grimace, “But you’ll need that”

“Jeez Dean, relax a little”

He sighs, walking toward the car and sliding inside without waiting for Dean. There’s a couple in the doorway next to their room, so lost in their kiss that they don’t even notice Dean when he almost bumps into them, and Sam mentally curses himself for agreeing to go out.

He doesn’t know where they are going, but he knows that he’ll be reminded all night that everybody's got a boyfriend except him. What kind of douchbag gets dumped on Valentine’s Day? God, what he would give to make this day end already. He just wants to curl up in his bed and never goes out again.

“You good?” Dean asks, a concerned look on his face

“Yeah, just… Not sure I want to go out” He says, sliding down in the car seat.

“It’s gonna be fun, I promise” Dean winks at him before turning his head toward the backseat, “There’s something for you here”

Sam frowns but turns around, grabbing the plastic bag while Dean starts driving. He notices it's the same grocery bag from earlier, and catches a glimpse of the lube and condoms now laying on the floor of the car in the back. He swears, if this is another sex toy like the one a month ago, he’s gonna smack Dean in his stupid head with it.

“Chocolates?” He frowns, holding the heart shaped box in his hands. "Why did you buy me chocolates? Is there laxative in them? Because that wasn’t funny, and Dad said it was dangerous”

“Ok, first of all, I’m not dumb, I looked it up before giving you the laxative. I couldn’t have known you’re body was so weak”

“You’re weak”

“Whatever” Dean continues, “There is no laxative in them. It’s just… A present.”

“For what?”

“For… You know”

“I don’t”

“Don’t make me say it”

“Well, I don’t- Oh” He says, realization hitting him. Valentine’s Day. Dean got him a present for Valentine’s Day. He feels his cheeks suddenly starting to burn, and he quickly turns his head, not wanting Dean to see him. “Thanks, Dean”

“It’s not weird, right?” Dean quickly asks

“No, I mean, Valentine’s day is about love, it doesn’t have to be romantic”

“Yeah, exactly”

“There’s a kid at school that spends Valentine's Day with his parents. They go to restaurant, theater, and even get each other presents”

“That’s… A little weird. Weirder than us”

“Exactly” Sam reassures him, looking at the heart shaped box in his hands, a smile on his face. Dean took the time to go back to the store just to buy it for him, and was even careful enough to get the one with only dark chocolate in it.

He looked at Dean from the corner of his eye, and he isn’t surprised to catch his brother doing the same, even though he quickly turns his stare back to the road.

Sometimes, he thinks Dean knows. That he somehow found out about Sam’s secret, and that it’s the reason why he acted so distant sometimes. But then if he had, he wouldn’t have gotten him a heart shaped box of chocolates, and he wouldn’t be taking him out for Valentine’s Day.

Dean’s turns the music louder when his favorite song comes on, and he starts singing before telling Sam to join him.

“Come on Sammy, let it out!”

Sam shakes his head with a laugh before opening his mouth, letting the words go, melting with Dean’s own voice. It’s an incredible feeling, to be in the car with Dean singing out loud, and not caring about who's listening or watching.

He'd spent so long hating this car; cursing it for always driving them from town to town, cursing it whenever he would see it waiting in the parking lot of his school, kicking it discreetly for being Dean’s favorite, for having the honor of being called “baby”, for taking so much time from Dean, so much precious time.

But he doesn’t hate it anymore. Not since he realized that every time it drove them to a new town, it allowed them to stay together. That every time he saw it waiting outside, it meant that Dad and Dean were alright. That every single second Dean spent working on it was to make sure it was safe for both of them. That every time Dean cleaned it was so they could go and buy their favorite ice cream before laying on top of the car, the space between them so small that their fingers touched.

He used to hate this car, but now he’s singing out loud with Dean, huge smiles on both of their faces as they get to the best part of the song, and he never felt closer to home.

“Here we go” Dean says, parking the car

“Is this…”

A funfair” Dean says, a huge smile on his face

“Fuck, I can’t believe you did this!” He throws his arms around Dean’s neck before his brother can even react, “Thank you!”

“Easy tiger” Dean laughs, his whole body vibrating with it, “Glad you like it”

“Like it? I've wanted to go for years! But dad always said they were too dangerous and useless”

“Yeah well, dad’s not here and I thought you deserved a little something” Dean gave him a smile, before ruffing his hair, opening his door, “Come on, we need to started now if we want to do everything!”

Sam got out of the car and ran next to Dean, letting his brother’s arm lay casually over his shoulders as he hurries him to walk.

They start with the haunted house, because according to Dean, it was the least interesting one. Surely, when you hunt monsters for a living, the fake monsters doesn’t look as scary as they should.

“There’s gonna be a huge spider right here” Dean announces as they walk in the house

“You’re killing all the fun” Sam complains, even though he’s been laughing for the last fifteen minutes already

“Oh, so it’s my fault if they can't think of anything better than plastic spiders?”

“No, but it’s-“ Sam cuts off his sentence with a scream, and Dean pushes Sam behind him out of instinct, ready to defend his brother.

In front of them was the most terrifying clown Sam's ever seen, with a skin so white that it makes his bloody eyes even scarier.

“It’s a dummy, Sam” Dean says once he checks the thing, “Nothing but a stuffed dummy”

“I’m scared” Sam admits, his heart pounding harder the more he looks at it.

“Ok, ok” Dean reassures him before holding his hand, “We just need to get through this one, and then that’s it. Can you do that?”

“Don’t let go, ok?”

“Never”

They start walking again, Sam holding Dean’s hand as tight as possible, passing just a few inches away from the dummy, who’s head turns as they do so.

“Almost done” Dean reassures him, pulling him to make him go faster, “Here we go”

Sam eyes don’t leave the terrifying figure, not until they're completely out of the house, and even then he doesn’t let go of Dean’s hand.

“I hate clowns” He complains, “Hate them so much”

“I know. I didn’t think there would be any”

“Couldn’t predict that one, could you?” Sam rags on him, his sense of humor coming back.

“Or maybe I just enjoy watching you suffer. Who knows?”

Sam rolls his eyes before shoving Dean, which earns him a shove out of the way. Luckily, he’s still holding Dean’s hand, keeping him from falling.

“Come on, let’s do the house of mirrors." Dean says, dragging him along.

Much to Sam’s disappointment, neither Dean nor him runs into a mirror, nor did they get lost in the labyrinth, but the fact that Dean still hasn’t let go of his hand through the whole thing makes up for the lack of fun.

“Wanna eat something before doing La Grande Roue” Dean says in a surprisingly decent French accent, a proud smile on his face

“Oh you speak French now?”

“Of course, mon amour” Dean says, sliding his arm around Sam’s waist to drag him closer to him and try to kiss him

Sam bursts into laughter as he tries to avoid Dean kissing him, which ends up with him almost falling on the ground. Luckily, Dean’s arm is there to catch him.

“Sometimes I feel like you’re still a toddler. If I let go of you for more than five seconds, boom, you’re on the ground”

“My body is really tall, ok?”

“Looks kind of small to me” Dean says with a grin

“I’ll be taller than you before you can ever realize it”

“I wouldn’t get my hopes to high if I was you” He laughs, ordering their food at the same time, “But that’s cool. Being small is cute”

“Better than being an ass. Which you are”

“Really funny”

Sam laughs, biting in his corndog and making sure to chew on it as loud as possible to annoy Dean. He doesn’t have time to react before Dean’s teeth are deep in his corndog, taking as much of it as he can.

“Hey! That’s mine!” He complains

“What is yours is mine, little bro” He ignores the way Sam rolls his eyes, dragging him toward another attraction. “Alright, which one do you want?”

It’s during times like this that Sam thanks whatever God is out there for having given him Dean as his big brother. If it had been anyone else, his or her brother would have blown off his or her post-break up pain like it was nothing, or simply ignored it. But not Dean. No, Dean bought him chocolates, took him to a funfair, and now, he’s asking Sam to choose which teddy bear he wants him to win for him.

He knows that Dean would have rather be out with some no name girl, kissing her and celebrating Valentine’s Day like he always does. But he chose to be with Sam instead, still choosing Sam’s happiness over his.

“Earth to Sam” Dean says, passing his hand in front of Sam’s face

“Sorry” He looks at all the teddy bears in front of them, and the numbers you have to shoot in order to win one. “I want the biggest”

“Of course you do”

Dean sighs, but Sam knows for sure that he’s more than happy to be able to show off his shooting skills.

He takes the gun, aims it, turns his head to wink at Sam, and purposely misses the first target.

“Really?” Sam says, “You’re supposed to impress me during our date. Otherwise I won’t put out”

Dean laughs, deep and loud, his head falling back as he does so, and not for the first time, Sam has to fight the urge to throw himself at him and kiss him.

“Alright baby boy, watch out”

With his two last shots, he hits the target right in the middle, under the really impressed stare of the showman.

“We'll take the biggest one” He says with an innocent smile.

The man gives it to them, a suspicious look on his face, but they’re gone before he can ask or do anything.

“What’s up with him?” Sam asks once they’re a few steps away

Dean puts one of his arm around his shoulder, a satisfied smile on his face.

“His gun has a bent site. Saw it the moment I picked it up”

“How did you win then?”

“I’m the best, ain’t I?”

“Kind of” Sam says, not letting his admiration show.

They walked toward the Great Wheel and got into one of the cars, sitting next to each other while making sure to leave some room for Sam’s teddy bear.

The wheel starts rolling, slowly lifting them from the ground until they can see the whole city, hundreds of lights illuminating it. The air is cold enough to give Sam a reason to slide into Dean’s arms, searching for a source of warmth.

“Thank you” He says after a while, “For tonight. It’s… It’s really nice. You didn’t have to”

“Of course I did. I rather be with you than with anyone else, you know that, right?”

“Yeah” He lies, not wanting to contradict Dean. He knows that isn’t true, that if a girl had showed up tonight and flirted with him, there’s a good chance that he would have gone with her.

He can’t count the number of times where it's happened, can’t say how many time he got left alone because someone was more interesting or more funny than him. He’s more of a burden to his brother than anything else, even though Dean tries to deny it.

“I wish I was in your head, sometimes” Dean says, “Just so I could tell you how stupid you are for believing any of the things you’re telling yourself”

“Not telling myself anything”

“Yes you are. I can see it. And I can tell you that none of them are true” He pulls Sam closer to his chest, until his head is completely resting on it, and Sam takes a big breath, enjoying his brother’s scent. “The fact that Josh is an asshole has nothing to do with you. I know plenty of men who would throw themselves at your feet”

“That’s not true”

“Yes, it is” Dean hurries to say, “I know you can’t see it, but you’re… You’re perfect, Sammy. You’re funny, you’re smart, you’re interesting, you’re hot as fuck. If you weren’t my brother, I would do you immediately”

“Ew, Dean” Sam laughs, trying to cover how the blush that is spreading on his face. Does Dean really mean it? Or is he only saying it to be nice?

“What? We would be a cute couple”

“You’re into boys now?”

“I would make an exception for you. Always making an exception for you”

Sam doesn’t answer, choosing instead to lay still on Dean’s chest, listening to the way Dean’s heart beat, rocking him slowly.

Sometimes, he wonders if Dean is feeling the same way. If maybe this dark thing isn’t only on him, but on both of them, something that they create together without even being aware of it.

But he doesn’t want Dean to feel like he feels. Doesn’t want him to feel trapped, to feel alone and sick, so fucking sick, to feel like he doesn’t belong anywhere, like he doesn’t deserve anything good. He doesn’t want him to feel like he’ll never be happy, not completely, because a part of his soul is missing.

“Come on, it’s time to go” Dean says, taking Sam out of his thoughts.

A little dizzy, Sam gets up and follows Dean, letting his body fall a little against him. They’ve been here for a few hours now, but all the emotions are exhausting and he really wants to lay down for a while.

“I was thinking we go back to the motel, and watch a movie? I bought something that you should like”

“Yeah, it’s-“ Sam cuts himself when he recognizes Josh in front of them.

Josh, with three of his friends and their girlfriends, a girl holding his hand while he kisses her lips shyly.

It’s like a stab in the heart.

Is this why Josh left him? For a girl? What does she have that Sam doesn’t? Is this new? Or has Josh been playing with him since the beginning?

They never went out together at school, because Josh said he rather them be discreet, choosing to only tell it to his closest friends. So much for discretion.

“What?” Dean says when he notices the weird look on Sam’s face

“Nothing. Let’s go home”

“I can see that something is wrong” Dean turns around, and much to Sam's dismay, he spots Josh right away, “Tell me I’m dreaming”

“It’s ok De”

“Ok? No, it’s not fucking ok! This fucker broke up with you this morning, and he’s already out with a girl!”

“Yeah well, nothing I can do about it” Sam says, pushing his hands in his pocket as best as he can without dropping his giant teddy bear. He’s feeling so humiliated. So stupid. How could he not see that Josh was into someone else? He can’t even imagine how much Josh and his friends must have laughed, hearing Sam planning their Valentine’s date while they all knew it wasn’t gonna happen.

“Does he know me?”

“What?”

“Me. I’ve seen him plenty of times, but he never saw me, did he?”

“No?” Sam says, confused

“Good”

That’s the last thing Dean says before cupping Sam’s face with his hands and pushing his lips against his. He’s too taken to do anything at first, simply stand here while Dean’s lips are moving against his.

What is happening? Why is Dean doing that? Did he die earlier and is now living in heaven?

He stops thinking completely when he feels Dean’s tongue pressing against his lips, asking for entrance. He opens his mouth slowly, letting his brother slide inside, and slowly, he finally closes his eyes, savoring the moment.

Dean’s hands move from his head to his waist, one of his legs going between his, Sam’s hardening dick resting on it, and it would have been awkward if it wasn’t for the fact that Sam can feel Dean’s own boner against him.

“Shit” He whispers, rubbing his cock against Dean as best as he can while deepening the kiss.

“Sam?” Someone calls behind him

They painfully stop kissing, their bodies screaming at them to get back together, and Sam turns around to face Josh, his new girlfriend, and some of his friends.

He can see the hurt on Josh’s face, the realization that he wasn’t that special to Sam, after all, and Sam isn’t ashamed to say that his dick twists at this sign.

“Hey Miranda” He says with a fake smile, “How are you?”

“Good, I, uh” She turns her attention toward Dean, her most beautiful smile on display, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I've seen you at our school. Are you new?”

“Oh sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself” Dean says, pushing one of his hands inside Sam’s back pocket giving his ass a firm squeeze, “I’m Dean, Sam’s boyfriend. I’m a Sophomore in college so that’s probably why you've never seen me”

“College?” Miranda repeats, her eyes shinning with admiration and a hint of jealousy. How could she not be jealous? Sam is dating a hot, sexy, perfect college student, while she’s out with Josh, who still has his mom preparing his lunch every morning.

“Yeah” Dean laughs, “Well, sorry to cut this short but Sammy and I have… Things, to do. Have a great night”

“You too, Dean” She replies, giggling a little as she does so, “See you Monday Sam!”

There’s no doubt in Sam’s mind that he’ll have to submit himself to an interrogation Monday, but he doesn’t care, not when he can feel Dean’s fingers rubbing his ass gently, sending waves of shivering through his whole body.

“So college, huh?” He asks as they start walking to the car

“Yeah, I’m actually majoring in biology”

“Really? Is there a chance you would give me a… private class? I really need help”

“Ah well, I can’t say no, can I? But there will be a price, you know”

Sam laughs softly as Dean pushes him against the car, his legs spreading to give him some room. Dean’s face is only a few inches away from his, his breath hitting his skin every time Dean’s chest raises, making Sam shiver in pleasure and want.

“Wouldn’t expect it any other way”

This time, it’s Dean’s turn to laugh before pressing his lips to Sam’s again. But he doesn’t have to wait before Sam opens his mouth, ready to welcome him.

There are a lot of things he needs to ask, to know, but right now, all he can think about is knowing if the lube and condoms from earlier are still in the car.

Beta by @debivc78

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